She glances down at herself. “Oh—that’s embarrassing.” She shrugs. “Had sex as I was leaving the house. Nothing puts the fear of God in you like—” “Sex?” I interject. “No!” she scolds me. “Death! And sex is the antithesis of death.” She leans down close. “Y’all should have it. It’s so good when you’re hyperaware of the impermanent nature of everything.”
