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Show 16. The trouble was, I was in over my head. I pestered her on the phone until she agreed to go out to dinner, and we ate lobster and all she talked about was that the war in Europe had ended, that her husband Jim had made it through alive, that soon he would be home. "I said I'd go out with you tonight just so I could tell you," she said. "No more dates. I can't go out with you anymore. That night meant nothing." I croaked. Only the butter on a piece of lobster slid it on down my gullet safely. "Marion, please." "Don't look so damned sad." "Please." "What do you expect, for Christ's sake? I'm married." I ate my lobster, though I couldn't relish it. I took her back to her place early but even though Polly the redhead wasn't there, out playing victim to some guy's predatory Don Juan, Marion wouldn't let me come in. I insisted on kissing her goodnight and suddenly she was kissing me back, her body as if on its own thrusting up to me. I moaned her name and she began to cry and ran inside. I felt stupid enough but I kept on pestering her, said I had to see her just one more time and she agreed to meet in a little bar. She was very cool. That night had meant nothing, she said. Matter of fact, I meant nothing to her either. She was cool and very possessed. She was so coolly in control that she let me come with her back to her apartment, a small one with one bedroom and twin beds. When Polly had a man in there, Marion slept on the sofa in the living room. We sat there and she let me kiss her to show me how cool she was, |