lily is dancing on the table.

we did what one should do in this city at night: coming to an intersection and letting the street and the lights and the secrets tell you the way. this was after that horrible taxi ride, of course. but i prayed. i gave a kiss to her cheek and took a kiss to my neck at the train, and it was very sweet thing. i returned to find megan drunk on chocolate and vodka. (she so rarely drinks.) i straightened up a bit, but we left the fire going, and i took advantage of her, as the rules ordain.