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Show 182 boy with only one foot who hopped out of the shrubbery in front of them. Yvonne noticed with alarm that the time had slipped away; rehearsal started in thirty minutes. They went back to the car, suspicion festering in Lorin's mind as though planted there by a hook. During the drive back to Westwood (her hand on his thigh again, but at an unobjectionable distance) she talked happily about the party at-Simon's, wondering who else would be there and what she should wear. She did not allude to the alternative Lorin had suggested that morning. When he let her out at the parking circle next to the women's gym she begged him not to go home but to wait on campus for her. She would duck out ahead of Andrea and meet him by the food services trailer next to the men's gym, on the grass under the trees if it wasn't wet. For an hour and a half he amused himself prowling the corridors of the art building, the music building, the business administration building, reading all the notices on all the bulletin boards, finally coming to rest in a deep leather chair in the main lounge of Kerkhoff Hall where he listened to the spring tryouts for next year's songleaders going on behind a closed balcony and imagined Yvonne in her leotard being handled by male dancers with strong hairy arms. She had mentioned the bruises she was probably going to get. They were working on the rape scene and i t went fairly fast. He found her waiting for him when he wandered back to the grassy slope by the food services trailer, and braced himself not to apologize for being late. She sprang up when she saw him, and ran, basket swinging wildly in the cool light, to meet him. She kissed him on the ear and told him he had looked handsome and threatening looming out of the shadows of the trees like that. She hugged his arm all the way to the car. "Are you bruised?" he asked finally. "We won't know that for a while yet, will we?" |