Chapter 4 - Transfer of Mass
The canned laughter on the television faded into the background.
The man pushed himself off the couch.
The springs creaked in relief.
He walked across the room, his shadow stretching over the rug.
He stopped in front of her.
Her breath was shallow, lifting the collar of her beige sweater.
He reached out.
His hands clamped over hers on the plastic rim.
He pulled.
The weight left her hip.
Her shoulders dropped instantly, the tension bleeding out of her spine.
She rubbed her palms against her jeans.
The red indentations slowly faded.
"Thank you."
May you like
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
He adjusted the heavy basket against his chest.
