REFLECTION of WARD COURIER
July, 2008
SOUTH WALES, NY
The summer was in full swing. Things with Lys Mall were not. She was out of town more than she was in, and I had learned not to expect explanations. As I tracked the last four months of our acquaintance, we'd had a handful of evenings and events together, but nothing that symbolized that a relationship or even s*x was coming. We hadn't had any real fights, but despite my earlier resolution, I had made no overt attempt to get her into intimate circumstances. If she'd shown me any warmth I would have been all over her, but as it was, I felt like a stranger each time we reconnected.
She had her moods, too. On a couple of our evenings she wasn't trying to hide the fact that there was something on her mind that was way more captivating t
