seemed like unnecessary effort. The apartment was quiet except for a documentary playing in the living room. On the screen, someone explained a military campaign I had once taught with considerable enthusiasm.
I could not follow a word.
I kept remembering Sabrina’s hand around my arm.
Not just the contact. The attention afterward, when she had looked past the joke and noticed I was shaking. I had liked being useful. I had liked considerably less being visible.
There was an important difference, and I was not eager to examine it.
