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"Maybe."

"What do you have?"

"Whatever you find," she says.

He acts satisfied, even smug. With a quick walk, he returns to the kitchen. A new light comes on when he
opens the refrigerator, and there is the musical clink of bottles and the woosh of seals being broken. Then
comes a pause, and he returns with the two beers held in one hand. One bottle is foaming slightly, while
his free hand pushes into the front pocket of his jeans.

She breathes deeply and says, "Thanks," as she takes the foamy beer.

"No problem."

She sets the beer on the old carpet between her pink socks. "If you want," she says, "turn on a light."
He fumbles with a floor lamp until the switch clicks once, the bulb glowing at its weakest setting. Then he
looks at her for a long moment before saying, "Let's do that game again."

"Show me yours?"

"Yeah."

She nods but then says, "I don't know." She picks up her beer and takes a long drink. "Maybe later."

"Maybe is the same thing as no. Is that right?"

"Good job," she replies.

"Got any other lessons for me?"

"If you want to hear them."

He settles on the nearest chair, on its edge, staring at her robe and the pale, razor-nicked legs. "Yeah,
sure."

"Well, first of all, there's no such word as 'sure.'" Grinning at the floor between them, she says, "Nothing
is ever sure, or certain, or guaranteed."

"Never?"

"Not in my experience," she reports, taking another long sip of the beer. "You can never know the full
consequences of anything you do. Not before you do it. And most of the time, not even afterwards."

The young man leans back in his chair, smiling at everything.

"Suppose it's fifty years from tonight," she says.

"Oh, yeah?"