All the good silent things she’d been saving up, like lights off in the distance at night or fog in the morning, ricocheted around her insides freed and she’d never felt so good. She went wild for him, taking on his habits, like drinking, driving with only one hand on the wheel, and other dangerous interests, as though they were a new coat cut just for her. She tore about town like a match that had just realized it could burn down the entire village if it wanted to, and she did.
