Events from yesterday combined with those of today seemed to have tuckered her out.  Soon after making herself comfortable on his lap, Charlette dozed off like a little girl who stayed up way past her bedtime.  The only thing missing was her clutching a teddy bear.  Paul wasn’t sure if she even owned one of those anymore.<br/><br/>After about 20 minutes or so, Paul methodically shifted the recliner to its non-reclining position so as not to make a sound while she slept.  Moving slower than a tortoise in quicksand, he stood from the chair and stepped toward her bedroom.  Charlette hadn’t had the time nor the inclination to change out of her clothes.  He decided to put her to bed this way, as undressing then redressing her would more than likely wake her.  She could change into her sleep clothes in the middle of the night. assuming she woke up.<br/><br/>Perfect, he thought, noticing her bed was unmade and the covers already pulled down.  Paul gently slid her into bed, and covered her with the blankets.  Tiptoeing out of her room, he returned to the living room to turn off all of the lights.  He’d read in bed for a bit before turning in for the night. While Charlette was away tending to her family matters, he’d be here tending to his Jemma matter.  He’d stalled long enough where his former lover was concerned.