The first bridge collapsed immediately.

“You’re not good at this,” she informed him.

“I’m learning.”

The afternoon went better than I had feared and worse than Warren had probably imagined.

June was warm and curious for thirty minutes, then suddenly quiet.

At one point she moved behind my chair and would not speak to him.

I didn’t push her forward.

Later, outside in the parking lot, Warren asked whether he’d done something wrong.