“Good morning,” she said and her vowels told me she knew. She knew between her lips and it fell out like drool. The table was swimming in it. She put her hand in it.
Her tongue sounded heavy with my guilt.
“No, that’s okay.” “I can see through you like water.”
The hot water steamed and hurt my hand as I poured it out.
“You’re lying.” “Oh, that’s nice.”
“I don’t think we’re going to work out.”