Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

We walk down the street and I skip over to his left side and I reach out for his hand. He makes it available and open for me. I slip my hand in his and lace my fingers into his. It’s a big, strong hand. But his grip is not steely; nor is it limp. It is just the right amount of pressure.

We continue walking. A natural gait. His thumb moves to stroke my hand and my hand responds. It’s like our hands are cuddling.

We talk for a block. And then we don’t talk. Talking is not a requirement. In fact, talking can be a distraction. We walk. Just hand in hand.