Today I met a girl in high heel shoes, smiling, trendy-type, her hair all nicely done. We watched a bug crawl on the window. She noticed I did not like it crawling up worrying it will come down and get stuck in my hair. When I started to look for a cup to take it out of the room, she said, “I’ll get it,” and walked towards the window, and took a paper towel with her. She cornered it, so that it was in the center, trapped in between the paper, and she slowing tightened her hold on the paper with it inside. There was a cracking noise. She took the paper out to the garbage. I looked at her, but said nothing, and she set down again, and we starting talking again.