I cried for fully fifteen minutes today. I told Sarah I had smoke in my eye and went into the bathroom to look at myself. Once, I was reading Huxley in bed and I felt myself starting to cry, so I turned off the light and pretended to sleep. Sarah must have known because she spooned up to me and slid her arm under my neck. I spun into her, hiding my head against her chest and tried to be quiet. In the morning there was a face stain on Sarah’s singlet. I told her she makes me drool.