During the night, Max was free. His wife was either working at the hospital or sleeping, leaving the whole apartment to Max. Although, I should not say free. When he was alone the bad thoughts came, worse then ever did at day. The thoughts of what he could fill his time with while Soon-Lee was gone.

Many times he went to the park, to just get away because in the house he was not safe from the bad thoughts. Every room held something that would spring a bad thought from Max's brain. In the kitchen, there was all the pictures on the refrigerator, of himself in Korea, doing the bad thing. In the living room, there was newspapers with ads for shops and boutiques. Even in the linen closet, he would think of what he could do to the bad thing once more. However, none of these place were worse that his wife's big walk-in closet.

Soon-Lee had been gaining her baby weight and had bought a new wardrobe of maternity... dresses. Max would watch her slip them on, the cloth rustle against her shin, the air swoop between the fabric and her flesh... maybe they would fit...

Max strolled through the park, watching all the people walk by. Most of them, men in suits coming home late from their mistress' house. Some of them were kids in their twenties, going on dates, dancing, drinking. The young girls would where the tight dresses, like Marilyn Monroe, that moved with your body and felt like they were part of you, like an extra layer of skin.

He would stay there, usually in the swings, waiting for the sun to come up, so he could go home, see his wife and be good again.