What are we talking about here? he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Does any of this make sense? he lit a cigarette, the room was dark. Logic, he told her. We have to think about these matters logically. Thoroughly thought out. No mistakes, she rolled over on her side, placed her hand on his thigh, moved her finger up and down his leg.

How much money you got? she asked. Think you have enough? she continued stroking his leg, circling the knee.

Got enough. Do you have enough? she laughed. I know. There’s never enough, he told her. Right?

You could say that.

When we first started this thing, I didn’t know where we’d end up. Maybe Montana? Texas? Wasn’t sure. But we made it out to California.  Surprise, surprise, he turned his back on her and looked at his phone. Bank says I got $2000 left before I gotta start working again. I say we spend it all in one night.

I got $500.

That’ll do.

Yeah.

Well. So much for logic.