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Show 86 "We're going to Oak Grove," I told her. "Wanta come?" "I can't. Pat's coming out to get me." Now she was Kate again and I stretched out and put my head in her lap. Neither of us felt strange touching while she waited for Pat. If I turned my head a fraction my cheek pressed against her soft belly, but her face was too far away. Her fingertips stroked my forehead but I wanted to kiss her so I lifted up and turned to face her and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back, expertly. A lot had changed since our first kiss. "Here," she said, since I was in an uncomfortable position, and we stretched out together on the lawn. I had never lain like that with a girl, beside her, facing her, and I was amazed at her body's presence, at its seeming accessibility. "Can't you come to the dance? Have you ever been to a country dance?" "Not for a long time. Pat doesn't like to go. We went up to Colona once but he didn't dance." "Square dances. You'd really like them." "I know. But he's supposed to be here by now." I could feel her breath against my lips when she talked. "Maybe he isn't coming." I kissed her. "He was supposed to be here an hour ago." "He's not coming." "I'll go in and call him. Maybe he can't come or something." I kissed her and she got up and went inside. He wasn't home, he had left shortly after supper for somewhere. Kate said she'd better wait. "When he's an hour late?" I said. "You just do anything he wants, huh?" "No." "It's over an hour. To hell with him; come on to the dance." "All right, I will." |