He bought the Coke before they went in but when they went to open it there was no opener, he had had to pry the cap off against an iron corner of the bed frame and warm Coke blew out over everything, soaking the cover and blanket and sheets. She said she didn’t mind, that she thought it was funny, but only wanted a sip, then went into the bathroom to clean herself. Standing there, looking at the mess they had made, he finished the rest by himself, then dressed, the Coke leaving a flat, dry, sticky taste in his mouth. Going out to the car, she was happy, then nervous, said she felt a little sick . . .