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Show •205 I could see. I wanted to climb on top of the cab and howl; the sky came down everywhere like a perfectly blue bowl turned upside-down over my head. Our hotel room was small and bright, with a maple dresser, a brass bed and gauzy curtains; outside our second-floor windows were rows of solemn maples with new leaves of heartbreaking green. Through the branches, between the hand-shaped leaves, I could see the swimming-pool's chemical blue and the flashes of red and-yellow dresses. Women cried out in high harsh voices. "Let's go for a swim," I said. Fancy lay on her back in the big bed; her eyes were sad; on the pillow above her head her red hair was fanned out listlessly. "Come on." I was burning with the good-time fever and didn't want to waste a minute. "I'll be down later." "No, no." I sat down beside her. "This is a holiday for both of us; what's the matter?" "Nothing." "You were happy on the bus. What's wrong now?" "If you won't go out, then I will." She bounced up and ran out of the room; her heels clattered on the wooden stairs. When I came out on the front porch she was already gone. |