Adam lay down on my bed, stretching his arms above his head. His whole face was grinning-- eyes, nose, mouth. "Play me," he said. "What?" "I want you to play me like a cello." I started to protest that this made no sense, but then I realized it made perfect sense. I went to my closet and grabbed one of my spare bows. "Take off your shirt," I said, my voice quavering. Adam did.