LET'S PROMISE WE'LL ALWAYS BE HONEST WITH ONE ANOTHER

We were in bed. She asked me what I was thinking. I was thinking that I wished I knew someone killed by terrorists on 9/11. How it would be a kind of super-power. You could do whatever you wanted to. Never wear socks or shoes, never wear a tie. Curse at people. Have sex with anyone, once they found out, because they’d be jealous of how close to the tragedy you were, and they’d want to get close to it, too. She asked again. I kissed the top of her head and answered, I was thinking your hair smells amazing.