thunder like so many handclaps

They sat there in the darkness and watched the storm move on the television. Many things depended on this storm. The thunder clapped around them, and he jerked a little bit and didn’t notice; and she smiled at that a little bit, but all he noticed was the way the hair felt as it grew back in along his chin. What he felt most of all was where it didn’t grow. How he’d seen a movie the other day where the only soundtrack was the space between people, and he thought how this was the same thing we each of us hear every day, and that it is amazing.
The thunder clapped around them, and they sat there together on couches.
He asked her if she wanted to go out to the bar, and she would have said, “No.” She’d say, “Do you want to go to the bar?” He’d tell her, “No.” They’d just keep watching the storm.
They watched the storm until they were both so covered in hair they looked like Cousin It from the Addams Family. He got up to get and gets razors, scissors, and trimming devices. He worked until everything became as it was before.