“We have raccoons sometimes in our chimney, ” explains Simone.
“Hmmm,” I say, not surprised.
“And once we tried to smoke them out. We lit a fire, knowing they were there, but we hoped that the smoke would cause them to scurry out the top and never come back. Instead, they caught on fire and came crashing down into our living room, all charred and in flames and running madly around until they dropped dead.” Simone swallows some wine. “Love affairs are like that,” she says. “They are all like that.”
– Dance in America, Lorrie Moore