Out of Touch (56 page)

              A few minutes later Sarah and Reggie waved goodbye to their guests from a Chinese junk silhouetted against the setting sun. If the waves helped them forward and the sail turned gracefully, no one wondered why.

             
The two of them sat together on a varnished wood bench. Sarah felt her veil like hair on her shoulders, only smoother and lighter. The dress dusted her arms like the most tentative touch, and the wind felt chill on her neckline but wakening on her arms.

             
“You’re doing the helicopter thing again, aren’t you?”

             
“Just experiencing the here and now. Want to join me?”

             
Reggie nodded.

             
Sarah wrapped him in an invisible cocoon, taking a few extra moments to let him feel each imaginary piece fall into place. Then she rolled the covering off slowly, from his head to his toes, letting him attend to her progress all the way down. His eyes met hers, first in trust, then in wonder. And together, barely touching, they enjoyed the feel of the boat on the water.