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Show 25 punch and cookies, the soberness of the chaperones, his own big bulk- she winced inwardly at this, although she found herself laughing along with the others. When the music began again, she was relieved. During the slow dances they talked. He wanted to be an actor. He planned to attend college, to major in drama. Everything else in school he found dull, he suffered through. What did she plan to do? She didn't know exactly. She was determined to move out on her own, that was one thing for sure, as soon as humanly possible. And she was determined to attend college. But beyond that, she didn't know. The evening passed quickly-too quickly!-it was suddenly eleven-thirty, and the last dance. The Platters singing "Harbor Lights." He dropped the wisecracks, and held her closely, his arm snugly around her. For the first time that evening they did not talk, but danced together silently. Her forehead against his cheek. The pressure of him, their touching, made her own body strange to her. With an electric strangeness. So this was what it was like to be with a man. To be pressed against him. The wonderful strangeness of her own body when he was against her like this. Too soon the song was over. On the drive home, she plotted how to ask him for the dance at Sacred Heart the following week. She thought he would take her if she asked. But she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure at all. This doubt grew larger as they approached the house. It would be best-safest-to phone him, she decided, the following week. Monday. He walked her to the door. On the sidewalk, he remained close to her, his bulk large and indefinite in the shadows. Would he take |