"Alex?"
"Hmm?"
"Keep me warm."
Only then did he look at her. He came and stood over the bed, faintly smiling. She lifted a corner of the blanket like a tent flap.
They lay watching the lopsided moon inching over the edge of the streaked and gritty skylight. In the dark, she giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"I just heard Van Richie. Right in the middle of the news."
"Get that thing out of here."
"He just came right in while the man was talking."
"Give it to—"