The room turns the lamps up. Not slowly — all at once, like applause.

She gets the overalls off and the vest over her head and lies back on the table herself, which is not what you expected.

MioneDon't be careful. I have had a very careful year.

You put your mouth on her and she swears at the ceiling and the door locks itself, softly, behind you.

MioneTwo. Use two. And don't stop for the house.

She comes with her heel drumming the table and a hand in her own hair, and the lamps flare and settle.