FINGERS WORK BUTTON BY BUTTON to put his wrinkled white shirt back on . some of the buttons are missing from coco when she ripped his shirt off earlier that evening . he couldn’t blame her , though , their time together’s always been limited . her words coo in his ear , it’s warm . sal wants to fall back on to the motel bed and stay longer . he wants to run away with coco , but he can’t . so many things were holding them back ; big , important things you couldn’t overlook . he sighs and brushes over his mustache . “ you know why i can’t ... ” his words trail off . “ i have to go , coco . ”