“The legend,” she said, “since you weren’t listening last night…”
“We finished three bottles of wine last night,” Darren reminded her.Â “You weren’t listening any more than I was.”
She stopped, faced him, and met his eyes with a steady, frightening gaze.Â “I’m always listening.”
After a moment, he looked away, and read an inscription on the stone nearest him (fallen asleep with Jesus).
“The legend,” she said again, “is that the houses are open.”