The night will go as follows:

I have an interview tomorrow for a job I have done before. I will most likely drink a beer either way.

When I am in third grade I hide under my teacher’s desk with a boy because that was what we do in third grade. She doesn't come to sit down and it feels like hours that we wait so we come out from under the desk to find a policeman in our classroom, he asks when the last time our teacher had seen us was. She is sobbing. It is the first time I’ve ever been sent to the principal’s office. My mom is in the hospital at the time so they don't tell her what happens. I can't sleep for weeks and my troubled, guilt laden eight-year-old body can't take it anymore so I tell her. She laughs.

Max does the things a first boyfriend should do. He is possibly German, but if he is, he is the dark kind of German. Max kisses me under a white tent as we lay on the grass while he is supposed to be graduating from high school. We are still unsure about kissing so we keep our mouths shut. Laying next to my friend and his friend, I try to imitate their noises. I do not know yet that sounding good at sex is different than being good at sex. Max moves back to Detroit and we rarely speak. I sometimes wonder if he is real.