Tuesday inched by.

He’d fought with Karen (again) the night before.

She’d dropped by without calling.

She’d picked up chinese food and water on the way.

She’d made herself comfortable on the couch, her head on his lap.

She’d grabbed the remote and changed the channel without asking.

The presumptions…the premature intimacy…this was why he hadn’t wanted her living so close.

And he’d just lost it.

They’d argued all night (again).

The ridiculous part was…Pam had done all of these things before (when they were “friends”), and he’d thought it was cute. Endearing, even.

So what was wrong with him?