Perry’s standing on the little concrete stoop, holding out a sock with HANES on the toe. “I found one of your socks,” he says. “I thought you might want it.”

“I don’t think that’s mine,” says Manning.

“Sure it is,” says Perry. “Almost all of my socks are Fruit of the Loom. This one is Hanes. See? Anyway, I can’t find a match for it.”

“You probably lost it.” Manning rubs his arms. It’s getting colder.

“You should move back in,” says Perry. He’s still holding the sock.

“No, Perry,” says Manning, but he doesn’t shut the door this time.