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Show 255 known that he was like this. In some way, it changed things between them. How? The light turned, they pulled away in traffic. But what had changed? And then she knew, suddenly she knew; that inner uncertainty, that long uneasiness about it-it was gone! Somehow, this new side to him had worked a change in her. She searched herself: yes, it was gone. As if it had fallen free of her-a pebble which had worked its way out, leaving her free of it, unencumbered. "But then sometimes," she said, capturing his attention, "I want to be bothered." She scooted over in the seat closer to him, next to his large presence. And he reached around with his free arm, putting it around her. Enfolding her to him. Yes, he might not be in her future. But he was in her present: her now. And that was enough. They travelled on down the street, with the whole city of Los Angeles before them. "Did you have a good time?" Jeanne sat on the end of her bed, fully dressed, her eyes fresh with the morning. Sharon threw back her covers, sitting up. The winter sun was in the window, Jeanne had drawn the curtain. "How long have you been awake?" "I don't know," Jeanne said, obviously pleased that there was now someone to share the morning with. "I tried to stay awake last night, until midnight. So I'd be awake for the first minute of the |
