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Show 174 inherent in marriage, about how institutionalized love turns into hate and loathing, how mutually castrating i t i s , the whole thing. We talked about male chauvinism and how r e l i g i on is a cheat, promising a future l i f e if you'll give up this one, when this one is a l l , carpe diem! "Well, X d o n , t P3^ ar|y attention to religious rules or social rules or anything else," she said, her hands bringing up the major chords. "If I wanted to live openly with a ran, I'd live with him! I wouldn't think twice." "Not many people have that kind of courage." "Most people are slaves! Well, here we are againy." She meant the corner of her block; she gave oie her sweet smile. "See you later, buddy." All her talk of free Love, especially when I was alone thinking about i t, considerably agitated me. I couldn't get i t out of my head. Then one night when I walked with her to the corner of her block i t was raining and she said why didn't I come on up to her place and dry off. " I ' l l make you sore hot cnocolate or something. I t ' s OK, really i t is. My roommate's not even home. She's out with this older guy." "Older, huh?" " I t ' s OK, they're just friends. I think. Come on, you can dry off a l i t t l e ." "Haven't you got an early class?" "So? What're friends for?" We were standing under her umbrella face to face. I couldn't smell her scent, I couldn't see the gold flecks in her eyes or her sorrel hair, all I could see was the pale skin of that beautiful face, while between us for once no hands worked, and, without really being very aware of what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "Oh." She d i d n ' t rove. She looked surprised. "That's not what they're |
