” But when he moved toward her (as thoughtlessly as a flower turning its face to follow the sun), wishing to repeat the experience, she pushed him back a step, gently but firmly. They looked away at last and walked on again, hand-in-hand. I couldn’t have done it on my own. Susan, bemused, had looked down at the old khaki pants she was wearing.
From the momentary widening of those eyes, he thought that she felt it, too. They walked across the street together. But mark what I say: we’ll be married by Year’s End. He walked naked to the bank and looked down.
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