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Show Moon -11 She tried to frown, gestured to the man behind him to move up to the window. The officer didn't move aside. "You're a nice girl. I can tell. I want to get to know you." He spoke with an Eastern accent, educated, nice. "I can't," she said. "You're not married," he said. "So why not?" She pulled herself up tall and pressed her mouth together the way Alice would. "I never speak to men without an introduction," she said, embarrassed at the hollow sound of it. She wondered if someone's being her teacher was as good as an introduction. David had come to her house a few days ago, so her parents had finally met him. This made her seeing him legitimate, she supposed, except that Ruth clearly didn't like him. She said the word "artist" like a hiss. The man at the window shrugged good-naturedly. "Okay." And he left. She was meeting David for dinner again and hoped that tonight he would drink a little less and would not keep trying to take her to bed. His eyes looked like Michael's, and this frightened her, but then there was the feel of his hands, the fact that he noticed her. He was like an unruly horse, too much for her, not wanting to obey her commands to stop. And too often lately she wanted simply to sit deep in the saddle and let him run away with her. But this time he was drinking coffee, and they talked about art. He told her she was talented and ought to enroll full time. But her mother had torn down her drawings and she wondered if her mother wasn't right, that she was an evil girl, headed down a dark and dangerous path with this man. Just before her morning break the next day, Mr. Henry came to her window, a funny little smile on his face. He told her to come to his office, which |