A sliver of sun is streaking the orange decor. You are at a Vietnamese restaurant with Mister Thermometer. You think back to the time when Mister Thermometer told you a story about him and his brother. The two of them were sitting at a table together (like this one) and Mister Thermometer’s brother said something that sounded like “papaya truck,” but wasn’t. Now “papaya truck” is shorthand for any total breakdown in communication. Finally, you are back in the Harrison Café like nothing ever happened. No, you’re not. The once-murderous caretaker looks over you in bed. Do You Remember Me? she intones. You may have behaved badly.