I swam today. Janet was there and so was my lifeguard friend – you know – the old guy who worked as a park ranger at the beach for thirty years? You met him. He’s the one who answered a rescue call on his radio and found a woman nearly decapitated and dead. He said that he cradled her young body in his arms and lifted her into the bed of his pickup the way he had carried his wife over the threshold of their apartment when returning from a honeymoon spent amongst redwoods and fog. He told me he couldn’t help but look into her stoic face, the whole time wanting to close her like a jewelry box and force the life back in. Remember him? He was there.