"I puked on myself." It's not very romantic. "You helped me wash. It's a warm day, though. They'll dry."

I stand up and hold out my hand to him. "Come on," I say. "We can go into town. I haven't seen it in years." I don't think anyone would recognise me, except maybe Valmont. Three years was a long time for this body. I've got a bit broader and my face has changed. Micah's body is getting hairier than the old one was, too.