"And you? And Sam? Do you see other people too?"

"No. We're happy."

"But us, Lisa and I, it's okay for us to be here like this?"

I shrugged again. "Special passes I guess? I haven't tried to make sense of this, Trace. I don't see any bright lines. Not sure I would want them anyway. Peaches and Sam and I are... kind of an organic thing. We're happily rumbling and tumbling along. When we hit an obstacle... or an opportunity... we figure out what to do together. It's what we do. Make sense?"

She sighed. "Very much."

"And you? What about you, Trace, how are you?"

She sighed again....