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Show shrugged. (I was never doing anything.) "I don't know. Why?" "Amy and I thought we might go down to City Hall and get married." KM* snapped a look at Amelia: "Is this a joke?" "No joke," she said. "And you're the only people we want along. If we go. I mean, it's not a joke but it's not definite either." "Take my advice and don't make it definite." "It's Ben who wants to." "Ben."' He looked a little shamefaced. "We're asking you two along only because we need witnesses." I sat up and looked at him. "I thought you were an idealist. I thought marriage was a bourgeois trap." "A rat trap," said K & . "So?" said Ben. "I'm a trapped idealist." "You've compromised." "I compromised him," said Amelia cheerfully. "I compromise him all the time." "She compromises me, I compromise her. It's an arrangement we have." "Sometimes twice a night," said Amelia. "Then what's marriage going to give you that you haven't already got?" said fti&b. "That's what I told Ben," said Amelia, looking at him. "For an idealist, you caved in pretty easy," I told him. "Guilt feelings? You American Jews, filled with Puritanism. You're as bad as the Irish Catholics." "&4>hie/ S*i«l M : t , «-J^o kv»ttu- a. #tu>. "Nope, no guilt. It was Amelia's nesting instinct -- a ferocious thing." "Bull." ltU+> looked c l o s e l y at Amelia. "You don't need a nest »f you don't have any c h i c k s ." "That's right. I'm telling you, it's Ben. Because of his mother. She |
