One o'clock at the play space. Kathleen and I talk writing and neuroses over a margherita pizza while her boys climb and run and slide in the enormous indoor jungle gym shaped like a castle. At the next table over, a young man and woman sit facing the castle. Arranged on the empty chairs across the table are three sets of tiny sneakers, pink, lavender, blue. And on the table between them, two glasses and a full bottle of wine.