SHE

Later when Abed and I are in the living room, tucked into his side, his arms slung around me, an afghan covering our legs, and the bowl of salted popcorn still warm from when he made it earlier, on our legs our eyes on the screen in front of us. We had gone back and forth a bit, about choosing what we wanted to watch, he wanted something with me in it, and I wanted something he directed, finally we compromised and started a series that had nothing to do with either of us.

“I think, but he has neither confirmed or denied this. Find out for me will ya?” Clay’s words from earlier circles back to mind, like it did when he came out of the Den announcing the meeting was over. Joanne gave me conspicuous nod just as she slipped out of the house, I still have no idea what that nod meant.

He had made dinner, put me in the apron again and the only thing I did was pass him the ingredients, yet he made it sound like I made the food. How could someone be this perfect?

“You know, before this... b