Anji Reyner

A photo of men sleeping in a South American park hangs above the host's living room couch. She imagines the photographer staking out location for hours, waiting for men to fatigue. They didn't notice when they were captured. When she leaves at the end of evening, treading eggnog, she slips on the front porch. The host grabs her shoulders to steady her against the railing.
I didn't think you'd help me.