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Show -283 that day. Did I do OK? Was I all right?" "You were just fine," she said. "You were sweet." "Sweet," I said. "Sweet is good," she said. "I liked it. Isn't it funny how we can talk about that now? I'm twenty-eight years old, you realize that? And hasn't the world changed? Nobody has to be shy about those things now. You should hear the women in my group-all those that didn't fool around in high-school try to pretend they did. I mean they're pathetic. It's fashionable-I was just ahead of my time." "Group?" I said. "Consciousness-raising. We get together every week and talk about what bastards men are and how we've been badly treated. Like a bridge-club or a ladies' auxiliary, but sexier. We hold hands and talk about sex. It's sincere as hell. What about ycu? I hear you've got a girl. Is she nice?" "Where do you hear all this?" The more she talked the more I remeithered how she had looked in high-school. A pretty girl. Her black hair had blue highlights and curled softly inward at the bottom in a sort of Zelda Fitzgerald style; her eye-teeth pushed out just a little past the rest, which gave her smile character, a charming slightly carnivorous expression. |
