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Show 99 "Not necessarily," she said. She was smiling. He returned what he hoped was a crooked smile. "Oh. You mean girls are kind of like everybody else." "I can only report hearsay. But I wouldn't be surprised." For some time now Lorin had not been able to feel anything when he clicked the edge of his mug against his front teeth, and he thought he had better not click it any harder because he might break one of them without knowing it. He wondered if this was the moment to suggest, casually, that since they were both in foul moods they might as well fall into bed breathing heavily, ha ha. He wasn't sure if what she had just been saying constituted signals. The more he stared at Cynthia the more she looked small and pudgy. "You're not doing your part," he said suddenly, pointing to her jelly jar. "Oh, I'm really rather an abstemious lady," she said. "It's not very sporting to let a man get stinko by himself," he said, and lurched off his wooden box to reach for the jug. "I hope you walked over," she said, watching him pour. "I'll probably have to sleep on your couch, ha ha. I'm in no condition to walk now, ha. Actually I drove." He felt his way back onto the box and sat down carefully. "What gets me is how they just blithely both violate moral standards they both believe in, and one of them is even a returned missionary, for Christ's sake. Among other things I'm very disappointed in her." "Do you think this is perhaps a good time to stop?" she asked. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but I think you're going to have a hard time getting home as it is." "You mean I don't get to sleep on your couch, ha ha?" |
