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Show 28 He was surprised-he almost pulled away. But then he wrapped his arms around her. Just as the neighbor's door banged. Startled, they leaped back from each other. And then hearing voices from beyond the hedge, they laughed together. Lowly, so as not to attract attention. Would she like to go to the movies the following Saturday? Yes. Yes, she said. Without hesitating-she had been hoping that he would ask all the way home. And then he kissed her. It was quick, his lips-his body-pressed up against hers; and he stepped away, walking toward the car-too quick. She suddenly wanted to call him back. But there was next Saturday. From then on, they dated every Saturday night. It was good for her, she knew, this new element in her life, her relationship with Roger. It served as a counter-balance to her feelings of isolation, to that feeling of being completely alone. Although that feeling was still there, was still strong within her, it did not dominate her thinking, her life, as it had before. Still she marked off the days. But now it was without that deep, almost desperate determination. That almost desperate need. Sometimes two or three days would slip by-especially Saturday and Sunday nights-when she would roll over into sleep without that feeling of having filled in one more day. When she would roll over into those floating images of the movie she had seen with Roger |