Mirna, Scott and Nathan sat in the bar at a table. Scott looked as though he might disappear.

"Quit doing that," insisted Nathan. Scott's disappearance took his mind off his photographs,. And so did Mirna chewing pretzels. He wanted to get across to them the idea of his whole. Scott, he knew, was sparing his feelings. He knew Scott thought the whole idea amateurish.

"You're going to fall right through your whole," Scott one told him.

Nathan looked for a long silent time into Mirna's eyes. Then he too picked up a pretzel.

"But isn't the important thing that we all love each other?" he asked after a while. Scott winked.

"Good luck," said Mirna.

"O", Nathan responded. "You mean my wife. I love her too."

"Isn't if fun," said Mirna.

"Lay low," Scott interjected. "More beer anyone?"

Nobody wanted more beer. They walked outside. Autumn slithered from the sky and along the sidewalks. It was warm. The three walked into a park and sat on a bench with the pigeons. Mirna studied Nathan's profile.

"You didn't seem that old," she said and turned to look into golden depth. Nathan hadn't noticed she was talking to him. After a while he spoke.

"Who?"

"You," she said.

"Mirna doesn't think you look all that old, Nathan," emphasized Scott.

"Would you two quit it," Nathan said standing up in a flurry of pigeons. "I'm not old. I'm just successful in some ways. You don't have to act like snobs just because I made a little money, married a little money, an spent a little money. Now I don't need money. I'm stable and have time to do what I want."