They wandered to the edge of the forest. The clearing where the trees stomped growing. Where only the tall grasses grew. And the mud dlurshed over the tops of their boots. And the bull frogs would rob it so loudly one almost had to plug their ears. It was here, in the knee high grass and the bright sun beating on the brown skin of their arms that he knew. He knew, not how, nit any idea of the thought had existed beforehand. For they never talked about it. Not really. I mean sure, they were both on generally the same chapter and generally the sane page about it when it came right down to it. But tge y errn’t even tempting. Actually perhaps a better description he thought would be that they wernt not trying. No medical interventions not that they had been tested or anything. Again, he thought it wasn’t that they were but most certainly not like they weren’t. The sweat stung his eyes,