Bali. They began their argument at the bar in the middle of the pool, then continued it in the shade of an enormous coconut tree in the afternoon. A few Australian hotel guests took clandestine photos of them, because they had recognized either Helen or Tom. The couple argued into the evening, at the seaside restaurant by the romantic light of candles, and at night, in the king-sized bed. Then, they made love, passionately, painfully, amidst tears, carrying each other to emotional heights they hadn’t ever reached before, because they knew this was the end, that they didn’t have a future together no matter how much they loved each other.
They left the next day. Tom went to Sydney, where he lived and where he’d resided for years with Helen on Bondi Beach, the seaside hangout for Bohemian yo
