Nestled on the couch Huan and Lynne ate their ice cream in silence together while aiming their attention at a reality competition show. Sitting up and placing the top on her cookies and cream ice cream container, she put it on the coffee table before stretching her neck from side to side. Having laid in that position for an episode and a half, her neck muscles were tight. Rearranging herself so that she was comfortable against his side, she placed her head on his shoulder. “So you gonna tell me what had you drinking whiskey in the dark like the protagonist of a Sylvia Plath novel?” She could feel the fleeting moment his body stiffened. “When you got off the phone with me earlier you sounded so out of it. And all you said to me when I called to check in with you was, you didn’t have a good

