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Show Jt7 same bed." * '"I reckon, but these here are twin beds. They're supposed to be apart.'" "I'm not sleeping alone, so leave 'em together." "They're twin beds and twin beds are built to be apart. Take ahold of that end, Zeke.' Old Zeke, I hasten to add, has been standing there watching us talk with his head going back and forth like at a tennis match. So he grabbed his end and Amy sat down on the bed." "That stopped 'em," said Amelia smugly. "Except while we were gone the next day . . ." Ben nodded. "Every night moving furniture. Every night. It knocked me out; I fell into bed exhausted. Amy was very disappointed." "You didn't catch any fish either." They went home to a cool basement and a big double bed; I wiped the sweat off my brow and cleaned up. Kite helped a little. She was t*$t*l£, strangely concentrated on her chores. She was no longer cool to me, though not warm either: she seemed preoccupied, and now and then hummed a bit of song. I used the bathroom and when I came out she was in her room. While Imade up my bed in the livingroom she used the hail john; when she went back into her room I stripped to my shorts and lay down. In this heat I did not sleep in pajamas or pull up the sheet, to hell with what she might see in the dawn's early light. And as I lay there I heard aer in her room singing, softly, the words muted, hardly heard. Then she started another song, one very popular just then, and her voice rose just enough for me to hear it: "Greensleeves." I dlay in the dark and listened to her dark-edged contralto voice, nothing great but seeming lovely to me then, and full of melancholy: "Alas, my love, you do me wrong . . . " I felt a corresponding sadness, I felt opened and subdued by it. Some time after the song ended, she silent now, neither singing nor humming, I heard her come down the short hall into the livingroom. My eyes were used to the dark and I watched her move in pajamas and barefoot across to the door; where |
