by
Andre Dubus
Rita said: “How did you get hurt?”
“Diving into a wave.”
“Oh my God,” Emily said. “I love diving into waves.”
“Don’t stop.” He smiled. “You could slip in the shower. I know a guy like me, who fell off his bed. He wasn’t drunk; he was asleep. He doesn’t know how he fell. He woke up on the floor, a quad.”