When a Man and a Woman Are Alone Together, the Third Person Present Is Satan

143 CLAIRE SYLVESTER SMITH WHEN A MAN AND A WOMAN ARE ALONE TOGETHER, THE THIRD PERSON PRESENT IS SATAN The ceilings were high enough to remind us of imaginary rooms. So, various me I was, we were all foresty and fantails when things went mildly amiss. With promised word-of-mouth medicine the night bullied us about settling down just as water weakened the gin, and now you don’t know if I’m more banshee or grace. Smack! Went all the apples one by one. Oh lonesome! Here, put this stone on your tongue so you don’t sound so much like lust. Say: yes. This way, statistics about ageing become us. I can’t hear you. What? I want to crush you. What? I have a crush on you. Oh. Then get that gown out of storage and crack all the windows for air. ...