Late night TV with Phoebe
She was lying back on the arm of the sofa, a pillow behind her back, a bowl of popcorn resting at the junction her legs. The left leg was bent up at the knee, resting against the back of the sofa, the right stretched along the cushions. She was stirring the popcorn with her left hand, the other holding the remote, surfing channels. I tapped her foot “Move it, I want to sit.” Phoebe looked up at me insolently “Can’t you sit over there?” she nodded toward the easy chair, “I’m comfy” she protested but raised her foot so I could slide my butt under it then let it plop back down, her heel made a dent in my thigh. “I can’t reach the popcorn from there, wha’chu watching?” She was watching the screen change …