Three loved Mona from that very first day in the park, when she convinced Steve to remove his black leather dress shoes and socks. The breeze caressed each of Steve's pale toes and ruffled Three's brown hairs. Mona ran for the fountain. Steve followed, and they splashed barefoot in the cool water.
One night after the bar, Steve fell and bashed the pinky on his right foot, fracturing the tiny bone. Poor pinky had to spend the next month taped to the toe beside it. Shortly after that, Steve spent the night in some other woman's bed. Three was so upset, he got an ingrown nail.
The toes had a meeting. They made a decision.
Again, he raised his foot to go left and went right.
Steve stumbled like a drunk and hit the pavement, scraping the skin from his palms and tearing a sizable hole in the seat of his pants.
When he finally stood up, Steve didn't fight it. He let his feet take him where they most wanted to go: Mona's front door.