He said, "I wasn't sure you'd come."
She said, closing the car door, "I wasn't either, especially after the way you slammed the screen door when you left."
He said, "I was upset."
She said, "With me? For being late? There was a lot more anger in your voice than the other times."
He said, "I know. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not over losing the baby yet, either."
She said, soft fingers on his sleeve, "Like your mom and dad. They always make me feel so awful—inadequate."
He said, "They don't mean to."
She said. "I know, but . . .
He said, "Once we're pregnant again, they'll settle down."
She said with a shrug, "I hope so."
He said, "Wanna start trying again? It's been six months."
She said, "You mean now?"
He said, "Sure why not."
She said, "What about your parents?"
He said with a wink, "Screw my parents."
She said with a naughty grin, "I'd prefer you screw me."
He said, one foot out the driver's side door, "Last one naked's a rotten egg."
She said, "Hey! You cheated."