They’ve already chosen the day. On that day the girlfriends will meet the boyfriends at coffee shops and in unison they’ll say we need to talk. Then it will be over. Then all the girlfriends can take their dogs for long walks. They can go to the carwash. They can call their fathers. At the gym maybe the girlfriends will do abdominal crunches or maybe not. No, they will not do abdominal crunches. They’ll move through the carwash like neo-classical angels with soft stomachs. But the boyfriends. What will the boyfriends do? The boyfriends will say it was mutual. The boyfriends will subscribe to too many health-tracking apps. They will die and the apps will keep tracking their health. The apps will tell them to keep going. Even in death the boyfriends will try harder at the wrong things. Meanwhile, the girlfriends will drink gin and Fresca on their front steps. They will sweat in their tank tops in the summer. They will smell like a person that sweats. The ice in their glasses will make that tinkling sound. The gin will hum in their bloodstreams. The sun will be hot because it’s on fire.