OCR Text |
Show 67 THE TRUTH OF EDEN The woman pinched her naked hip. She ran her fingers through her hair and b i t at the lipstick on her f u l l lips. What is this all about? she asked herself. I should be happy. I have everything--health, plenty to eat, a husband who is a good man. She stopped at her last words. A good man. Hmmm, what's that? I think I'd rather have a bad one come to think of i t . A man that beats the air with his f i s t s and growls like a bear. Yes, I want a bad man with smoke curling out of his ears and a scalp and a snakeskin tied to his belt. I want a man with more sides than just a presentable one. Gentility gets boring. Her husband walked into the room with a beneficent smile. He worked hard at being good, at being perfect every day in every way. Get dressed and l e t ' s go to the bakery, he said. He liked to buy bags of raisin Danish. She zipped into a purple duster, and they climbed into their car. They said l i t t l e to each other. Do you think you're a good man? she asked after eighteen blocks. I try to be, he said, accelerating onto the freeway. It's important. I t ' s time to be bad, she said. |