And Paula | Chloe B

They didn’t kiss. They didn’t dance. Chloe B reached out and straightened the collar of Paula’s jacket, a gesture so small and so devastating that it felt like a building collapsing in slow motion. And Paula, the marginal one, the one who lived in the wobbling chair, finally placed her hand over Chloe B’s and held it there.

Paula looked at her. For once, she didn’t vibrate. She was still as a held breath. chloe b and paula

After that, they orbited each other with deliberate randomness. Chloe B began leaving her calculus book behind, knowing Paula would find it. Paula began staying later, knowing Chloe B would walk her to the lot. They traded facts: Chloe B’s mother was a cellist. Paula’s father had left when she was nine. They never traded feelings. That would have been too easy. They didn’t kiss

“I know,” Paula said. “I’ve always known.” And Paula, the marginal one, the one who