He said she saw me. I said where. In the corners, on the backs of his eyelids, outside smoking the trail end of the cigarette he tossed out on his front porch last night. I said I can't stand him. He said why. I said for all that you are, because you never care the same way I care, never take your shoes off inside and you know that makes me mad. I said I think I can do better than him. He said who. I said I'm independent and strong, a special individual that deserves to be treated like someone's queen instead of working for somebody else's royal court.

He guesses I'm right, but he tells me he's in love. I say with who.