Diane, remember the room divider we improvised so we could each have privacy? A twine between the two halves of the room. Our bunk bed taken apart—your top bunk brought to your side of the room and my bunk brought to mine. We threw a dark blanket over that twine to serve as the divider. I remember you standing under the blanket, in the space between the two folds, smothered by hot air, and how you knew I knew that you were there because, thin as you were by then, the blanket