Chapter Three
Vic began having difficulty reading his book while Paula was curled up on the couch next to him. He struggled to take his mind off of her presence. She wasn’t an annoyance, it was just the opposite. A few times when she joined him while he read in late August, the air conditioner was still in need of repair and there seemed to be a final summer heatwave going through the city.
She lay on the couch, taking up much less than half the space Vic took up with his six-foot-five, two-hundred pound frame. He held his book up to his face, not reading, leaving a window of space for a line of sight at Paula. He stared and felt a great pleasure in their togetherness. He became overwhelmed by a feeling of nothingness—a sweet sum of everything they befell into together, free of tangibili
