“We hold hands,” I confessed, lowering my voice. “That’s all?” she said in enormous disappointment. “Well, it’s more complicated than that. A sort of telepathy thing. Oh, and sometimes we sleep together.” I should indulge my vengeful streak more often. I timed it perfectly so that she actually inhaled her beverage in shock. “You do what?” she hissed as soon as she got her airway clear. I relented. “Oh, come on, Gilda. Clothes on, adjacent cots, same shelter. That’s all. He told me I help him sleep.
