for this interview my dad is doing, and to take him to a photo shoot he had to do before the journalist came over. It turned out, though, that Kati was the one who needed things. She needed Mark to shave. She needed the caterer to have provided decaffeinated tea. She needed me to take the blower to the patio furniture again, because they got leafy. I was doing this when she joined me on the patio. “So you don’t have to talk to the interviewer today,” Kati said, helping me with the cushions. “Or answer any questions. You can just do a walk-through.” “A walk-through?” I asked. “You know, just walk through the living room at some point. Wave. Say hello if you feel like it?” Kati smacked pillows. She was wearing a chain around her neck with a pendant attached. This pendant fell forward when she leaned over the chaise lounge. I imagined grasping the pendant with my teeth and pulling, causing Kati’s clothes to magically fall off, enabling Kati and myself to immediately have sex.
