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Show W h y W e Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 154 on the edge of the patio, Fenn calls my name and I watch him walk over and gently toe my soda over onto its side. He smiles at me as if he's just done a classic party stunt. At this distance, I look at his new chrome glasses and red shirt and I swear I don't know him anymore. I don't really even know where I am or what I'm doing, but Linda is back at my hand, pulling me through the dancers, off the patio, around the redwood trellis, into the darkness of the side yard. We can hear the music start: "Poetry in Motion". when Linda stops, I almost run into her. The sweat in the fringe of her hair is reflected in the starlight. "Did you get my note?" "Yeah." I say. She is still holding my hand. "I did." She doesn't say anything, just looks up at me, so I add: "I found it in my book." I hear the part of the song I like: that neat rhyme: "motion: and "ocean". Linda looks up at me with a look I've never seen anybody make, not even in movies, and she lifts her arms around my neck and pulls herself up as I reach down and we kiss. I don't know if it is a long or a short kiss, just that she is against me, her lips against mine, and when I place my arms around her back one of my hands flattens on her bra and I move that hand. I look once and see her eyes are closed. Then she stands back down on her heels and smiles at me, looks at the ground, lets go of my hand, and walks back around to the party- The first thing I do when she leaves is look |
