“Is it Chinese New Year?”
There were fireworks exploding down in Chinatown again.
Every week, sometimes nights at a time in a row, more fireworks would go off and he would ask the same question. And she would say “I don’t know” or “maybe”, and once said “probably” and he tackled her to the bed and squashed all the air out. She didn’t resist, but just disappeared into the same vacuum space as the stars exploding in the sky down in Chinatown.
Neither of them ever bothered to find out.