“Where we—where we sitting at?” the Not-Husband asks. He picks up the entire piece of beef and puts it in his mouth. It falls through his body and onto the floor. He sucks his thumb loudly. The jungle print woman puts her hands on the stuttering man’s shoulders and massages him. She looks back over her shoulder at Kim and smiles.
“Over there,” says Kim, crossing her arms. The Not-Husband leaves in a burst of static.