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Show JLfX. Also, it's a long walk there and back, and when we do get back to our cosy little cottage the beds are separated and made up, so I have to push 'em together and turn the mattresses around again." "And then, you know," said Amelia, "the sheets don't fit. You can't tuck them in right." "And I'm tired, tired. Fishing makes you tired, tossing mattresses makes you tired, and Amy is complaining." "Oh, hey," she said to Kite, "why didn't you tellm me it's so great when it's legal. Even God is smiling." "Not mine," I said. "My god doesn't smile unless it's not great." Kite flashed me a grin. "Anyhow." said Ben, reclaiming the floor, "the next day we get up late and the cleaning people come around. It's the couple that run the joint, so I ask 'em to leave the beds joined together. Right? As a special favor to my wife. But they shake their heads. In_ perfect unison. Like the Rockettes. "'They're not supposed to be together,' they say, 'they're twin beds.' "'They fit together fine,' says my blushing bride. "'Makes no difference, they're not supposed to be that way.' "The woman did the talking from then on; she had a face about yea long -- and lips like the two halves of a cut lemon." "Carrie's sister," I said. "Yeah," said Amelia. "Not exactly the sensuous type." "A heart like a car battery?" I said. "When it's dead, it's dead." Kite gave me another approving look, smiling. "I told her we really were married," said Amelia. '"Makes no difference,"rsaid Ben, mimicking the woman, '"the beds are twins."" "Married and still young," said Amelia, playing herself. "'Makes no difference. What's supposed to be is supposed to be.'" "Married and young and on our honeymoon. We're supposed to sleep in the |