She didn’t make a sound when he picked her up, light as lace. Silent still while he washed her in the shower and toweled her off.
Afterwards, he stopped in the kitchen and set some water to boil on the stove.
Back in bed, he put on a record and smoked but didn’t offer her a hit. The couple below him laughed so loud that he stomped on the floor till they shut up. After a few cigarettes, he turned her over, opened her valve, let her air whoosh out. The kettle whistled as he slid her back under the bed.