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Show •210 "Say uncle!" I told her. She lunged with her hips and nearly threw me off but I tightened my grip and rode out her furious movement. "Give up!" I said, "Never!" That's how it went with Fancy. She was alternately tender and furious, passionate and distant, moony or manic. And maybe she was right-nature" gave us emotions for a reason and we take our chances if we choose to deny them. Dummy up long enough and you'll become a dummy. I thought of all this while I lay in the hammock and watched Fancy work at the sink, peeling apples for a pie. The window was open on the tag end of a September afternoon; by the grace of God Con Edison's gases were blown the other way and clean air came through the window bars. I could hear helicopters clattering like monstrous grasshoppers, a fire-engine moaning, a horse clop-clopping on the pavement below. A gray-blue arrogant pigeon flapped to landing on the fire-escape rail and turned his head away to see me better. "Buck-" "What?" "I don't know. Nothing." But the way Fancy wickedly stabbed her little knife |
