“Look,” he said, as they lolled around in the bed in the attic. “I want it noted for the record that I mucked it all up in Innsbruck. I got my argument mixed up.” “What do you mean, ‘your argument’?” “You’re the English professor. You know. You’re supposed to open your essay with a topic sentence that’s your argument.” He grabbed her palm, opened it, and pretended to write on it. “Then give supporting statements.” He mimed writing lower on her palm. “I skipped the topic sentence. I confused you.” She laughed. “So what was the topic sentence supposed to be?” He closed his hand over hers and
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