“If it’s gone, you can always stay in mine,” he suggests, and it might be serious, but it’s got just enough slyness to buy him a just kidding later on.

But he doesn’t disagree with her plan, and he tromps after her, still barefoot. The floors are cold, and they have that feeling on them like they might have not been swept in quite some time.

“I must confess, I have no recollection at all.”