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Bo left a coffee cup and a stain. Vita notices of course. She notices everything, but acts like it’s nothing. Right there, that’s where she entered. Wait, didn’t she just wander in through the wall?

“Why didn’t you use the door?” I ask.

Obviously, she’s not going to answer. She’d rather talk about something else. That’s unusual. She wants to talk about “sex . . . you know exactly what I mean,” she says. “You head to the sack as soon as you meet someone. Do you even think about anything else?”

“What do you mean by sex? He was just sweet,” I say. “I didn’t do anything. Where’s all this coming from?”

“Who isn’t sweet?” she asks. “Who isn’t sweet and lovely in your eyes? Who isn’t so unbelievably wonderful that you just can’t help ripping their clothes off? And you know exactly what I mean.”

“That’s the way people meet,” I say. “To claim otherwise is wrong. First there’s sex, the naked and the raw. And everything else comes after that. Besides, he knows he’s sexy.”

“Oh right, you’re so smart. So in touch with yourself,” she says.

“Could be. But do you really have to spit like that?”

“Hey, I thought you liked secretions.”

“I don’t get you.”

“Obviously, he knows he’s sexy,” she says. “He has you right where he wants you. As usual, you think you’re in complete control. But you don’t control anything. You’re so transparent. So is he, of course. I give it two days before you’re swapping spit.”

“Nothing happens. Sometimes it just up and happens,” I say.

“Don’t go thinking that you’re the only person capable of being attracted to someone else. Actually, we’re all capable. But that doesn’t mean that we just run around and do it with anyone. We stop ourselves before it comes to sex.”

She walks through the wall.

“That’s pretty smart,” she says, looking down at herself.

“Smart.”