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Show 319 "I mean what am I supposed to do? Call him to see if he can spare you? I've got better things to do than sit around the house waiting for the phone to ring just in case you managed to leave the room while he wasn't looking." "I know it isn't fair," he said. "Besides, pretty soon I'm going to start looking pregnant and then you won't even want to see me." "Don't be silly," he said uncertainly. "You're going to be gone by the time I have the little bundle of joy anyway," she said. "You'll be back home probably seeing your old girl friend and I'll be here with Richard and the bundle of joy." He pulled his head back to look at her. Her eyes were filling with tears. "Don't look at me," she said, wiping her eyes with the back of a fist. "I'll be okay in a minute. I've just got to not think about it." "I like to look at you." She laughed hoarsely. "Who's being silly now? God, I'm such a bawl baby." She jumped up and went into the kitchen. He heard her pulling kleenexes out of the box and blowing her nose. In a minute she came back. Her nose was red. She stood over him and held out her hand. "Okay. I've had my tantrum. If you can stand going to bed with me I promise to be very good." He wondered about the time and whether her husband had indeed gone to Detroit today but now that the storm had tentatively ended he was afraid to bring it up. They sat on the edge of the bed and he let her undress him, at least down to his garments, and he had to stand up and take those off himself. |