Well, good for her, he thought with a lazy smile.  Her mild protest at being tucked in was very endearing.  Her hiccups only added to her charms.<br/><br/>Removing herself from the chair, Charlette had mumbled something about comfy.  Watching her somewhat zig and mildly zag down the hall, he grinned at her retreating form.  “You’re walking fine, Charlette,” he answered her question, as soon after, she disappeared into her bedroom.<br/><br/>Comfy, Ha! he mused.  Once she sees her bed, she’s gonna plop right down on it and pass out.  Figuring that she was done for the evening, Paul returned to the living room and sat in his favorite recliner.  Smart phone in hand, he opened<i>NHL.com,</i>scanning the site for scores and news of the day’s hockey games.