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Show Woodworth/136 some good flea markets around here. And," he walks over to the fireplace. "I have something that can go right here. I mean," he turns back to her again. "If you want it." "Depends on what it is." "It's just an old print of a ship. An old-fashioned square rigger, like the one wa saw at Lewis Wharf that day, remember?" She feels a rush through her body. Sentimental. He wants something to remember their first time together. "It's kind of sepia colored. In a wooden frame. A nice frame. And the whole thing has survived well. I think it would look really nice there." "Yes," she says. "Thank you." "My pleasure," he says, grinning. He comes towards her, and she feels a delicious panic, knowing that he will cover her like a wave. He puts his arms around her shouldern, and rubs against her. Face close, he says, "you want to show me to the bedroom now?" and she nods, feeling his heart beating all over her body. "Don't you have a shade?" he asks her, looking out the bedroom window at the apartment across the alley." "Huh-un."' She sits on the bed, removes her shoes. "What about that person over there?" "It's ok. It's like we have an agreement. I see everything she does. And she sees everything I do." She begins to undo her blouse, conscious of his eyes on her. She lets her hair drop forward, shielding her face. Turns toward him, reaches up under the back of her shirt, and unhooks her bra. "It's like there's no pretenses, even though we don't know each other." She feels self-conscious, tries to sit up straighter so the roll of flab between the bottom of her bra and the top of her skirt will disappear. But she sees in his eyes that she has him. "She's kind |