    'Go on and say it.'
    Nick looked at the moon,
coming up over the hills.
    'It isn't fun any more.'
    He was afraid to look at Marjorie.
Then he looked at her. She sat there with her
back toward him. He looked at her back.
'It isn't fun anymore. Not any of it.'
    She didn't say anything. He went on.
'I feel as though everything was gone to
hell inside of me. I don't know, Marge.
I don't know what to say.'
    He looked on at her back.
    'Isn't love any fun?' Marjorie said.
    'No,' Nick said.