081913 #copperhead She picked desultorily at some primary colors in a bowl. Tangerine, banana, what's the difference? her chipped nail polish seemed to be saying. I was glad I didn't live here. But he did. This was before we even had the idea for the trip. This was when the idea of the two of us being in a canoe together, without her or anyone else, would have seemed like a corny shtick, a huck-finn parody, a fantasy.