She remembers a brief moment that she would like to forget and she makes a funny noise, he asks across the table, “what was that?”
How did he hear that, was it out loud, “nothing” she replies.  The noises become harder to muffle over the years and they build inside her head, it throbs…so she turns up the music, dances a little harder and takes another noise tonic. After all she is a good woman, it was just a mistake. If you look close enough you can see her ribs bearing her secrets, although she doesn’t mind if you look, doesn’t mind if you touch, just don’t ask her to stay there as she prefers tomorrow.