The actor from The Danish Girl is at a community center pool, which is also an airport. Maybe we are in California. I'm swimming and my friend and former paramour dives into the pool, hands me a letter, it's typed on an old Italian typewriter, an Olivetti. He smoothes the hair over my forehead, kisses my brow. I miss him as he swims away. The actor sits in a lounge chair. I put my hand on his cheek, tell him I prefer to see him dressed up as a girl. He blushes, bows his head.
