Not brushing against her.
Not helping her balance.
Around her waist.
She was leaning against him.
For a few seconds, I tried to explain it away.
Maybe someone had just taken a photograph.
Maybe she had stumbled.
Maybe I had walked in at the exact wrong moment.
Then Carl leaned toward her and whispered something in her ear.
She laughed.
And moved even closer.
My stomach dropped.
I crossed the room.
“Carl.”
He turned.
For half a second, his smile vanished.
Then it returned.
“Hey.”
Sheila was still beside him.
His hand was still on her hip.
I stared at it.
“What the hell is going on?”
Conversations around us began to stop.
Carl took a sip from his drink.
Then he looked around the room.
