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Show 190 friendship between the sexes, pointing out that she certainly knew about the difficulties of sex. I almost blushed. "In your marriages, I mean." "Where else? They were pretty messy all right." "Most people think I'm nuts." "Not me. You don't know how I appreciate being friends with this man. He's the only man I'm seeing just now-one of my bosses. We go to dinner and plays and enjoy each other's company-it's just what I want. We go to the ballet, to symphonies . . . We're having a friendship instead of an affair." "He's older, isn't he?" She grinned. "Amelia thinks it's disgusting. But what does age matter in a friendship? It probably works better in this case." "She's not as liberated as she talks. Uhh, he's separated but not divorced, huh?" "He's Catholic, he doesn't believe in divorce. John Tobin; you'll have to meet him sometime." "I'd like to." I wouldn't care if he disappeared either. So we would talk in the living room until in the kitchen the coffee would boil over or something and Kate would run out to rescue it. I don't know what Ben and Amelia were doing out there. While Kate poured the coffee, Ben would get out the bakery we'd brought along, apple slices or a pound cake to slice, and maybe Amelia would put her arm around my shoulder and call me buddy. Was she being so friendly because I'd introduced Ben to her? I felt like kicking her in the shins. Friendship aside, it would have been swell to have had a Jewish girlfriend. Then, drinking coffee, Amelia said that she and Ben were going to a matinee of a play downtown the next day, cheaper seats then, and Kate said, Oh? I thouaht we were going to that show at the Art Institute. |