Interlude: MaryAnn

"You know," I continued, "that's the first time I've ever seen you smoke."

"That's because I only smoke in bed," she grinned.

"I see. I think."

"That's good." She looked at me speculatively for a moment and smiled. "In that case, I think I'll just leave this pack here."

She stubbed out the cigarette in an empty ashtray that I usually used to hold coins and other pocket clutter. She then slid over so that she was again curled against my chest, and looked up at me, her eyes shining. After a long moment she nuzzled her face into my neck, and, as far as I could tell, fell instantly asleep.