The nest above your collar bone is for her chin. This places her breath—grape candy or sour cigarette— just beside your ear, which is where you want it so you can hear the tiny wheeze from the hive of her lungs and the drumming of work going on in the branches of her chest. Know that her shoulders might stiffen in protest, but this means you can tuck them more easily under the wings of your armpits. Be aware that she will embrace differently than you. Expect her arms tight at her sides, hands restless, fingers poised to dial her phone or unwrap gum. Accept that your hands have their own memories. They will want to support her head. They may try to thump her back gently or rub her flat stomach. Try to keep them still, but, if necessary, you can give her oily hair a little tug and wonder at its plum color, its spicy scent. Worry but not so much that you squeeze her. It’s her right to think herself invincible, and yours to know she’s not.