I sneak a little higher each time.
My mind starts to wander. Maybe it's because I'm still a little high, but the next time I look at the television, I imagine the skaters' faces have morphed into Gloria's and mine. I've never skated in my life, but I think about the two of us on the ice, Gloria's strong hands on my hips getting ready to toss me into the air for a quadruple something or other.
I give Gloria's knee a squeeze the next time I reach for another brochure. I find myself hoping for a wardrobe malfunction and secretly wishing the cameras will reveal Gloria's body underneath.
After an hour of stuffing envelopes, the teasing touches from both of us, and the strangeness of watching couples skating while wearing our faces , I can't stand it anymore. I stand up. "Mom, we're gonna go
