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Late that night when Paavo arrived home, he found Angie in his living room, asleep on the couch. His cat Hercules lay curled up beside her, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the floor and the TV on. “What’s this?” he asked, going to her. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” she said groggily as she opened her eyes and sat up. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”
Despite her words that nothing was wrong, he knew her better than that. He sat and held her.
She said she had been stressing too much over the wedding and their living arrangements, and that she was “practically seeing things”—with emphasis on the word practically.
He had no idea what was really bothering her, but if he was patient, eventually she would explain. For the moment, simply having her turn to him when she needed comfort meant
