Bodie uses too much soap when washing
up. He overfills the sink, soaks the counters and floods the floor.
He tackles this domestic task with customary mad abandon, over the
top and into the enemy trenches. Broken dishes are casualties of
An unexpected lull in the combat catches Doyle’s
attention. Bodie has captured a soap bubble and is holding it up
to the light.
Doyle steps forward.
The bubble pops and Bodie turns, defensively.
This thing between them is fragile, stretched
almost too thin to see. “I thought you’d dropped the
soap,” says Doyle.
“I still might,” replies Bodie.