He laughs. He laughs out loud; everything's right with the universe. It's all good. Turning her palms up, he kisses both of them, then folds her fingers over onto the kisses to seal them in.

"Love you, Slim. We'll be waiting for you when you get back." Like a solitary hawk surveying his chosen field, he watches as she moves about the room: putting on shoes, checking on Beth Junior, pressing a kiss to her sleeping forehead.

(Click.)

When she walks through the door, the shape of her body and the way she moves reminds him of poetry.