Remember what use to be Section 4?
I reworked it and how it’s Section 5.
You must be getting use to it by now.
How Jerry and Betty Became the Least Entertaining Couple in the Neighborhood (Section 5 Rewritten from Section 4)
Betty wrenched something warm, soft, and damp from her face. She sat up and inspected her arms as if checking for restraints. Jerry stood beside her.
“How did I get home? How did I get in bed under the covers?”
Jerry gently placed a hand on her shoulder and took the warm facecloth from her. “It’s okay, Princess, we’re home, we’re safe.”
She focused on his hands holding the cloth.
His fingers. Were they longer than she remembered? He’d always had long fingers.
She knew Koss and that Fisher Bitch doused her with something. Was it still inside her, causing her imagination to run full speed, was she going to crash and burn and Jerry end up in the arms of that Bitch and…
Jerry sat next to her and frowned. “What is it, Princess?”
What the hell am I thinking? Where are these thoughts coming from? He’s never shown any indication of anything like that before.
“Nothing. Still half asleep, that’s all.”
He followed her gaze to his hands and back. “You know that old guitar we have in the attic? I’m thinking about getting it down and playing again. I was never any good, never took the time to practice. Now all I have is time. What do you think?”
He looked like a kid who just discovered a favorite, early childhood toy underneath a pile of shoes in a back closet. He’d been so serious during training, during recovery, during arrival. She remembered his bouts of childhood fervor when they courted.
She put a hand on his arm. “Jerry, can we get away? Just the two of us? No Doctor Koss, no NASA, no first human into interstellar space, no celebrity, someplace where – ”
His eyebrows lifted. “Can I bring the guitar?”
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