He has an old stethoscope. I’ll listen to his heart through his shirt so his scars of gill-cutting don’t show. I’ll close the bathroom door though not all the way. I’ll lift my shirt. Jude will peek through the half-closed door. I will listen to my own heart. Then I’ll hold the stethoscope above the mold in the shower and it will say, “We never would have left the ocean had we known what a horrible place this is.” And I’ll say, “Me too.”
