On the way home from the movie, it started to rain. Jeff turned on the windshield wipers, but the rain wasn’t hard enough, and there were streaks. The streetlamps made it hard to see. “Maybe if you squirted the squirter thing,” Tassie suggested. Jeff tried the squirter thing, but nothing happened.

“It must be out of fluid,” he said. “Either that or it’s broke.”

“Should we stop?” Tassie asked. “Can you see?”

Jeff turned off the wipers. “I can see okay.”

“Just so we don’t crash,” Tassie said. “Who would take care of Emily?”

Emily was Jeff and Tassie’s eight-month-old. Right now the babysitter, Lily, was taking care of her. After what had seemed like a forever of stay-at-homed-ness, this was the third time in the past month they’d left Emily in the hands of the high school girl. The rain had stopped. Jeff pulled over to the curb. “Should we give her a call? Why don’t you call her while I see if I can get the window clean? Tell her we might be a little late.”

A few minutes later Jeff had the windshield cleaned to his satisfaction, and they were on their way. “What did she say?” Jeff asked.

“She said that everything’s fine. Emily’s asleep.” Tassie placed her hand on Jeff’s knee. “As long as we have the time, want to go up to Lookout Point and fool around?”

“Oh, honey, I’d like to. But maybe we should be getting back. Maybe some other time.”

Just then the skies opened up. Jeff flicked on the windshield wipers. Tassie moved her hand to Jeff’s groin. Her fingers matched the rhythm of the wipers.

“They seem to be working,” Tassie said.

“Mm,” Jeff said.

“My dad had a car where the wipers went in and out instead of back and forth.”

“In and out?” Jeff said.

“Yeah, you know, like they came together and then spread apart, instead of going side by side.”

“Oh, gotcha,” Jeff said. “Probably a foreign car.”

“Maybe,” Tassie said. Her hand was now inside of Jeff’s pants. “I guess it must have been trickier to keep them from hitting.”

“I guess so,” Jeff said.

“Like fucking,” Tassie said.

The rain was letting up. Jeff flipped off the wipers. Tassie slowed her squeeze. “Maybe you should refill the washer fluid tank before you take Lily home.”

“I was thinking maybe you could take her home.”

“How come, honey? She’s a cute girl.”

“Maybe a little too cute.”

“Aw, honey. I trust you.”

“I know, but ... I don’t know. She makes me nervous.”

“How does she make you nervous?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Because she’s so cute?”

Jeff shrugged.

“What did you talk about last time?”

“I don’t remember,” Jeff said. “Probably nothing.”