NONCOMPLIANCE
The man had acquired a one-room cabin in upstate New York. Around the same time, he also purchased an unprofitable strawberry farm, but it didn’t matter. He was always looking forward, whereas she ran into walls and then wondered why her head hurt. The cabin bordered a vineyard and was partially surrounded by trees. It overlooked a large, distant lake. They stayed there together several times the summer before the girl got sick. At first, it was his cabin, but after two months, it became the cabin–a shared space. The man and the woman made love in the afternoon and lay on sweaty sheets while they envisioned a future together. Late at night, the man tended a fire in front of the cabin, and the woman sat on the porch drinking a canned margarita. They then stood side by side to watch the moon rise steadily into the sky. She tentatively placed her hand on his hard shoulder. “I see a face…on the moon. Do you see it?” He asked hopefully. She did. Neither one of them said anything ...