Something happens for the first time there, later it will happen frequently and eventually she gets so used to it that she forgets that two people can have more than one nice week together. The dramas, the scenes, the quarrels and the sweet reconciliations. Howling, screaming, breaking things, fighting, hiccupping sobs and passionate lovemaking. Drunkenness and arguments, then confession and someone’s childhood wounds. All dregs whisked to the surface, shame meets shame and makes love more passionate. Still in a state the next morning and out into the too-bright light of the world, late, wearing sunglasses in all kinds of weather to the dingiest of bars, dives, the darkest corners, drinking beer until their hands stop shaking. Until they laugh at themselves as if what happened was funny: We’re crazy! There’s no one like us, no one understands. Their love is impossible to explain.