She held his head in her lap like a bowl that shouldn’t be spilled, and I wondered how long they'd been there and how long they could continue. The pair weren’t going anywhere. I mean, who would under such circumstances? She looked down into closed eyes, mouth wording soundlessly (soundlessly to me), but he heard and smiled, knees pulled up, pointed to the covering canopy. He was easy in the childishness of it, a pillow of thighs under his head, dappled by the light of the dipping sun.