Brand new, short-short.
They do not believe in privacy. He used to collect aluminum cans downtown in a Forceflex trash bag. He walks around in his underwear singing along with Hootie and the Blowfish and eating Slim Jims. She was a housewife, determined to turn him into a project. He killed his goldfish, suffocated it in a paper towel. The fish had flopped for just a moment, and then it lay still, dormant. She goes to church on Sundays but he doesn’t because he is a “practicing atheist.” One of them has a secret and the other doesn’t want to know what it is.