Chapter 10
“This is how Dystopia begins,” John says grimly, Melody cuddles up next to him on the sofa, leaning back onto the cushions, their naked bodies mingling in this perfect together time on a Sunday evening. “It’s six thirty and one hundred, thirty degrees. Old people are starting to drop like flies, and little children. I feel guilty sitting here in our air conditioning, even if the damn thermostat is set on eighty-five.”
Melody kisses his arm which is snaked around her as she also watches the news, saying, “It’s all in God’s hands, my love. Either the weather breaks real soon or else.”
“Or we’ll all burn up, baby,” he holds her a little tighter and kisses the back of her head, pleased that her hair is so tumbled up because he knows how it got that way. He enjoys the smell of her
