The day after Daryl threw up the moss he went over to Kalene's for the afternoon. Even though a window was open, it was hot. Her thighs sweated onto the vinyl couch. She watched Monty's Money Pyramid and licked Cheetoh dust off her fingers.

Daryl's stomach still had some of the moss in it, and his mouth still had some of the taste. He went down on her. Kalene started to bang her fist against the window sill, trying to kill the insect eggs she thought lived between her fingers. The pounding sound made her think of the ocean which was made out of water, not skin. It rubs over the sand in tides. The pain from her hands rattled through her wrists, the eggs were smashed. She thought she smelled salt water and she came.