NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued

June, 2009

SOUTH WALES, NY

Like a waif seeking shelter, Lys had fallen asleep with her head on my chest. I don't remember a tenderer moment. I was happy, looking forward to the progression of this affair, which it felt like it was destined to be. I was surprised at the way it had gone, after so many stops and starts and contradictions. I stayed awake another half hour, not moving so as to let her fall into a solid ...