[Rolling his eyes, he flips the book open and begins to read.]

"The act itself was fervent. Like a brisk tennis game or a summer track meet, something performed in daylight between competitors. The cheap mattress bounced. She liked to do it more than once, and he was usually able to comply."

[A pause. He skims ahead. He shuts the door, face red.]

Anyway what were you looking for?

[That did not happen. No one can prove what just happened actually happened goodbye.]