Back under the porch, Megan was grinning and crying. Oh my god, someone’s coming down here, she thought. But this is infinity’s moment, don’t they know that? Hahaha, go away, go away, go away. Don’t you know this is a special moment and that I can’t talk right now, not even to tell you to go away, so just go away, go away?

She looks scary, thought Randy. Why is she smiling like that?

If I don’t look at them? She stared ahead. Please go away, you know I don’t really like social situations, hahaha. You know I don’t do well in social situations, hahaha.

She’s just really drunk.

Oh, it’s Randy, my poor little Randy!

Randy scooted down next to her and said, “Hey, baby. Amanda told me you two got in a fight.”

“Uuuoooohhhhh,” said Megan. “Uuuuuhoohh.”

He covered her with his torso and put his arms around her.

“My poor mama hen, my poor Randy.”

“What?” said Randy. “I can’t hear you.”

“My poor mama hen.”

“I can’t—”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

God, what a relief to just be able to cry like a normal person, without smiling. What a fucking relief.

“Honey, what’s going on with you?”

Megan sobbed and said “sorry” while she thought thank you, thank you, oh, thank you.

He pulled away slightly and her arms tightened around him. She imagined being a python and coiling around him so she could kill him and eat him and keep him with her all the time.

“I’m going to go inside and get our stuff and say goodnight to some people, ok?”

Megan nodded. Randy left. Megan thought about Randy saying goodbye to some people while he gathered their stuff and she cringed.

“I have a few more minutes left,” she whispered. “A few more minutes in infinity’s moment, hahahaha. Oh fuck, I’m such an idiot, that’s so gross, I’m a disgusting piece of shit.”

He came back down the stairs and crawled down to meet her.

“Here you go, sweetie.” He handed her some tissues, which she used to blow her nose and wipe the gooey tear bullshit off her face.

“Drink this.”

She drank a sip of the glass of water.

“The whole thing, it’s good for you.”

She frowned at him, but then drank it.

“Where are you going to put it all?”

He took her tissues and put them in his pocket, then put the cup on the stairs.

THE NEXT DAY was a bad one.