It was never in the news or on Twitter or Facebook or Instagram that on October twenty-third, two thousand eighteen, at six-thirty PM in Würzburg, Germany, Spessartstrasse 12, on the couch in our second- floor apartment, while no one was watching or listening, under a blanket, the kitchen clock ticking all the while, the neighbors completely unaware, the whole world completely unaware, I warmed my husband’s nose with my nose.