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Show •278 anybody ever satisfied? Don't we all think we were born to accomplish something phenomenal? Aren't we all disappointed?" "What are you talking about?" he said. "I'm going to get married," I said. "I'm going to settle. I'm not going to be a sad son of a bitch all my life like my father was." When we got home I found Morgan in the living-room; I took her hand and led her out into Adam's garden. In one corner the squashes, inspired by the sun, had put out wide dark leaves with surprising speed; flowers like deep orange flares burned half-hidden in this somber mass. I led Morgan past the blackberry bushes, under the cottonwoods, through the bamboo, and sat her down beside me on an old stump next to the creek. "What did 3rady want?" she said. "This isn't the time to talk about Brady," I told her. "Do you still want to marry me?" "Do you want to get married?" She looked me in the eye; her color was high, she was instantly ready for anything: love, anger, passion, disdain, sorrow, fury. I watched the slope of her breasts rise and fall, saw the tiny pulsing of the artery in her neck-almost imperceptible, but everything was becoming clear to me now. A big girl, almost skinny, but full of delicate beauties and unexpected pleasures. "Do you?" she said. |
