NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued
June, 2009
SOUTH WALES, NY
Like a waif seeking shelter, Lys had fallen asleep with her head on my chest. I don't remember a tenderer moment. I was happy, looking forward to the progression of this affair, which it felt like it was destined to be. I was surprised at the way it had gone, after so many stops and starts and contradictions. I stayed awake another half hour, not moving so as to let her fall into a solid sleep.
She was gone when I woke. I don't know how or when she slipped out, but I think it was shortly before I came to. When I got to my first summer school class, I got a surprise.
The kids were grinning and making faces like they knew something was up. They usually don't laugh like that unless it involves something below the belt line.
