Can you see? It’s dark, she said. Do you need a flashlight? I think there’s one in his toolbox. Or out in the garage.

Got any candles? He asked.

You’d rather have a candle?

No. You’re right. Go get the flashlight.

He stood there looking at a fusebox. He didn’t want to take a chance and flip the wrong one.

I can’t find it, she said. It’s not where I thought it’d be. She placed her hands around his waist.

Is that right?

Yeah.

I think you like the dark. He told her. I think you like it when I can’t see you while we make love.

Is that what we’re doing?

Silence. They faced each other. Traced their finger tips, following dark outlines. They kissed.

Yeah. That’s what we’re doing.

I see.

What did you think we were doing?

Just fooling around. She laughed.

No. I never fooled around. There was always some intent.

Like what? She pulled him closer.

Having you all to myself. Moving away. Far, far away. Like Albuquerque or Santa Fe. Maybe head east. I don’t know. Some place where no one knows us. Start out fresh.

She ran her hands through his gray hair. Petting him smoothly. She kissed him again.

I’m married.

Yeah. So am I.

They both laughed. The lights came back on.

Must have been a glitch, she said.

Yeah. A glitch. Are you tired?

Yeah.

I’ll check on the kids.

Meet you in the bedroom.

They both laughed.