him, “Well, Malcolm, I’m sorry to break up the party but it looks like I’m in love with you.” He removed a cheese sandwich he’d been secretly carrying in his jacket pocket and ate this in silence. After, they moved through the park. She reached for him, clamping her fingers awkwardly around his wrist. He stopped walking and laced their fingers together. “This is how we’re going to hold hands,” he told her.
Laced fingers, the hallmark of intimate love I've always thought.
