Will we be alright? She lights a cigarette,
watches him carefully for contradictory
body language. Yes, he says. We’ll be okay.
She’s nervous and blows smoke like a factory.
Are you sure?
Yes, he says.
Are you lying to me?
He lights a cigarette,
feigns offense. No.
Why’d you ask me that? Would I lie?
She smiles. You might, she says.
To make me feel better.
He smiles, leans over to kiss her.
As long as you know.
