In the woozy blackness of night, mouth parched with fever, I barefoot the eternity to her side of the bed. As the custodian locks the school, the violin lesson long over, I explain she’s late, not absent. She pulls the family car into the taxi lane, a day of driving nothing at all, she says. Ragged and leaking, finally winning the baby home from the neonatal unit, I look for her in the apartment. As she slides between here and somewhere else, I crawl into the bed beside her, hoping to see where she is going.