He followed her in. "We’ll wash now. We’ll get dressed," he told her cheerfully. Lovemaking was behind them now, always tensely awaited but maybe just a little bit of a burden, in retrospect. Still, he felt good about it. They were all purged, the tension had sung out of them; they were having fun together. "We’ll put on our masks, we’ll go out and have some coffee. I’ll take your picture in the street, it’ll be fun."