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Show 57 slightly, and put a hand on her back. She started and he dropped his hand, shuffling his feet so it would look as though he had been shifting positions and had put a hand on her to steady himself and keep from jostling her. She moved to one side, looking uncomfortable. "It wants to be in the corner, but it can't spell," Nadine said. The indicator had traveled to "R." Lorin looked back at the doorway as Cindy passed by on her way to the living room, carrying more paper plates. The record had changed and he could hear people dancing on the bare floor. Dale had left the study, apparently, and Lorin didn't see Elizabeth any more either He didn't think it was necessary to be self-righteous, though he had to admit Dale was correct. His face felt peculiar, as though tiny needles were dancing just under the skin, as Steve stroked her stomach, gradually moving up to her ribcage and prying her bra off from below-Lorin wasn't sure you could do that-and swarmed all over the breast Lorin had never gotten to, enclosing it in his hot palm, feeling the nipple press into it like a pencil eraser. The indicator slid to "I" as Cindy came back to the doors. "You guys, the ice cream is melting." "Stop breathing on it," Dave said. The alarming thing was that Melanie had put her hand on Steve's knee and was rubbing it with her palm in awkward, circular motions, her fingers spread, like polishing an apple, over and over, and her chest was rising and falling. Several people left the room for ice cream, and Lorin found himself crowded by Chet, who had come up behind Linda and placed both hands on her shoulders and stood drumming his fingers on them. Lorin stepped to one side to make room, as though he had intended to all along. He barely glanced at the board as the indicator moved to "N." Melanie's hand was |