“Anything interesting happen today?” We were walking around the cemetary like we always do. It is the closest park.

“Actually, yes. I was standing in front of this mental health services place, and this girl walked up to me. She looked like she was in her early teens. Younger than Morgan.”

“Uh-huh.” We stopped because Frannie had stopped and was lobbing gravel at a large oak next to the cemetary path.

“She had all of this bright red lipstick on and no bra and a really low-cut shirt. She looked kind of goofy, too, like her teeth were all fucked up and it looked like one arm was shorter than the other.”

“Did she want a ride?”

He laughed. “No, she walked up and said, ‘Can I kiss you?”

“What did you say?”

“I said, ‘NO.”

“Jesus!”

“I know, all that lipstick, too. She started to walk away and turned around and said, ‘Are you gay?’ and I said, ‘No, I’m married!’ That seemed to satisfy her.”

“Like if you weren’t married you would have done it? Would you?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” He thought for a minute. “No, I guess not.”

“I bet she found someone to kiss later,” I said.

“I’ll bet she’s found lots of people to kiss.”