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Show CHRYSALIS pA G E 218 "You must read a lot," I say. "Not as much as I'd like. But I sometimes read all night long. Then the next night I sleep for twelve hours." Nate wears a wedding band - of course, I knew he was married. Beth must have told me. He has a wife. I have Mark. But, oh, I wish I didn't look so pregnant! What a beautiful man he is. I look at his shoes. They are white canvas sneakers. He wears sneakers with a suit and tie. Fantastic. He is a young man, dark, and beginning to bald, and his dark presence fills the room. I am surprised to find myself so very attracted to him. Is this what Beth meant about "kindling a fire?" I doubt it. "Beth says you are a genius. Intelligent and articulate." "No, not really. It's a 'She was only a photographer's daughter ' sort of thing." Nate clearly knows he is a genius. His face is a mixture of real intelligence and good humor. My tongue sticks to the top of my mouth. I feel like a klutz. Nate is President of the State Hemophiliac Association. He doesn't consider his hemophilia much of a handicap. "I learned early in life that everybody has a handicap. Some are more visible than others. There are at least three different types of hemophilia, each lacking a different clotting protein. The |
