VI REMEMBER OUR FIRST argument.
Reggie was talking loudly on the phone when I got home and was in the middle of another blog post or a paper or something. And he had the big screen ‘casting news feeds from somewhere. Only thing missing was some talk show on the radio and maybe a laser light show overhead. It was that noisy. The room stank of bad-colored thought.
Reggie was over-saturating his senses to keep him focused on something.
I came out of the kitchen with our sandwiches just as he threw his phone across the room. Away from me, down the hall toward his bedroom.
Then he cursed.
And sat and did nothing.
His heart was racing, his breaths ragged. His hands were shaking.
So I sat quietly on one end of our couch and waited for him to come over.
He didn’t.
He kept typing into his
