It was alternately raining and snowing. We sat close together inside the camper shell.

"Having sex after several years without is like riding a bicycle," Marietta had said last time I saw her. "You think you won't remember how but you sit down on the bicycle. Feet on the pedals. Hands on the handlebars and away you go, tooling down the road the way you always did."

She was at the house Jerry shared with a few other Cal students. Sitting on Jerry's bed. Assumed she could join us, and I didn't know what to say. Uncertain of Jerry's attitude. Don't remember her name.