"You understand, don't you? Life is short and these temptations--they never leave you. So we must make the most out of it." He drawls in his smooth honey-ed voice, but I'd already tuned out. I'm thinking to myself, Viv would have never done this. He was too much of a romantic for this.

"And you're young. So vivacious. You make me envious, you know?" He goes on with a chuckle he must find endearing to women. And I'm watching the coffee table-top. There is a smudge on the glass--a milky white spot. Perhaps froth. I wonder how he hadn't noticed it, yet. It's visible. And I remember Viv. His stupid roomba....