“Do you ever kind of wish your house would burn down?” Mouse asked.
Rabbit sat beside her on the dock, their toes dipping in the lake. She swallowed a mouthful of sweet wine and turned to her friend.
“What?” she said.
“Oh. Nothing,” Mouse said and waved the words away against the night sky. “Maudlin drunk talk, that’s all.”
They sat there and finished the wine and listened to the sound of the lake in the dark.
“I guess, I just have so much useless stuff I drag around,” Mouse said. “It would be nice to get rid of it.”