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Show -207 like a magic drink that would turn the whole world into a candy garden. Now I'm twenty-six years old, I've been married once, and I don't think there's any such a thing as love at all. What do you think of that, Buck?" I stood at our window; it was too cold to swim but half the hotel crowd was gathered by the pool, as if there was •some healing quality in the nearness to blue water, as if looking down into it could rinse the spirit clean of the humiliations of a city winter. "Well?" Fancy said. I sat down on the bed beside her. "I think there's such a thing," I said. "How do you know?" "I love you." "Wrong," Fancy said. "I knew you'd try to tell me that." "Why is it wrong?" "There's no use talking about i t . You wouldn't understand." "Try me." "Because love is a dumb idea. Men invented it." "Don't try to be cynical," I said. "You only sound like a little kid." I reached for her; she slapped my hand away. "Drop dead!" A minute later she touched me on the leg. "I'm sorry." |