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Show house/ 404 after all." He looked up, surprised. We had decided to spend our money enjoying the few days we had together. We had z decided to dispense with old, empty formalities like engagement rings. had "My mother d i d n ' t have one," I/Vtold Brian. "If a plain gold band i s good enough for her, I guess i t ' s good enough for me." But now I had changed my mind. "It might convince our parents that we're serious - that we r e a l l y want to be married," I explained. He nodded and smiled vaguely. "You pick i t out." He returned to the kitchen for more coffee. Sunday morning I awakened before dawn, something that had happened frequently since I started sleeping with Brian. He moved a l o t , speaking alien, garbled phrases in his sleep. He slept nothing like my father. I could remember that = when I was very small ,\ my mother would l i f t me from my crib and set me in bed with him on Sunday mornings while she made pies for dinner. And I would be held prisoner in the stolid crook of his arm, unable to s t i r or breathe normally but loving i t a l l the same, loving the safety and our the warmth and the feeling that A bodies belonged together, knowing Alffi Wec"ter(elYiade of the sameAcells, form dissolving into form until I f e l l asleep myself, not minding the prison of were arms at a l l , u n t i l weAawakened togen\£er by the throb of the Tabernacle Choir on the radio and the house f i l l i n g with sunlight. Time was so vast then, a long, untrammelled corridor, |