The Wilmington morning star., 1947-10-24

too overwhelming. 1t was loving
him and wanting to share with
a desperation new to her all
that she was that made HIM
color all of her days and all
of her nights. 1t was living an.
other life with ardor released
on the inside while her FACE re-
tanned it's purity and quiet alert
ness and sensitivlty.
She was walking down the
street one afternoo1l and think
inc that this was Halloween
and that a. soon as Suzy awoke
she void dress her in her cos
t1,a.e - when she saw Sans
muddy car parked before tn e
house.
Funny, she thought, how a
mans car can become suddenly
so dear and important. Not 1st
a car, not just any car. but
his car that responded to his
touch and served him Just
as l would respond to his touch
if he ever touched me. she
thought. Then it all wouldn's be
on the inside afraid of being
spilled over. I'd let it spill in
words I've never said before.
Your love makes the words of
love. They surprise you with
their newness, those words.
They've been reserved and
waiting. You speak them only
once in absolute truth. If you
ever say them again they're
hollow and fraudulent. The
words of love you speak only
once in absolute truth.
Again postponement, her
breath coming short, before she
lifted her hand to the knocker.
Sam opened the door, S a m
whose black hair grew from a
peak in the middle Of his fore
head.
Their eyes met in astonishing
warmth and intimacy as if it
had been only a moment, not
two weeks, since he had lifted
his hand to touch her hair.
Filled with sudden self-con-
seriousness she came into tn e
hall. Why didn't he say some
thing? Why couldn't they be
casual with each other as they
had been? Does it stick out all
over me, she wondered. Am I
embarrassing him? I don't
want to embarrass you, Sam. I
want you to love ne. All l ask
of life is to spend the rest of
my life with you.
"Here's a letter for you," he
said.
He came toward her with the
gangling, boyish grace she had
always remembered and gave
her the letter. But he wasn't
thinking of the letter. He was
thinking of her-as Alison. Not
as Teresa's younger sister but
as Alison.
The touch Of his hand .
cts from one of the girls at
home" she said. 81 still think
of it as home" Move away a
little, Sam. Don't stand SO close
to me. It's an old sports jacket
you're wearing. English tweed.
Would you kiss me in Teresa's
house, Sam? But we could
transcend houses and people,
my darling, my darling
Come in the living room,"
he said. There's something /
want to ask you"
There was no fire in the fire
place today. The weather was
bland. But he stood and leaned
against the fireplace when he
said, Gas l was driving up to-
day l was wondering if there
was any good reason why you
and Suzy and Miss Winstead
couldn't GO back to the farm
with me for a couple of days.
That is, if you don't mind miss
ing a few classes"
She looked at him, forgetting
to answer at once because of
something new she saw in
Sans eyes. An inner exhilara-
ton as if he'd made a discovery
80. Warmth calling to warmth
so that they would meet and
glow together. An exquisite in
timacy each time they looked
at each other today.
She asked, smiling, "What
classes? It would be wonderful
for all of us to feel the sun.
Here I seem only to run in and
out of it. Tonight is Halloween.
I have a costume for Suzy. If
you'll find a pumpkin
"Find one? I've got one!" His
voice broke off abruptly. "Then
you've been
"I've been having imaginary
tea parties in her room. She
she isn't stupid. She's been re-
tarded. Once in a while you set
off a spark in her that reminds
you of Teresa"
She couldn't, unless she lied,
tell him that Suzy was like him
in any way. "She's tenacious
and selfish, but she can be very
affectionate. She can't spread
her affection around to several
people. She gives it to one per-
son at a time. At the moment
she's giving it to me-"
He smiled. "That's not hard
to understand, giving her love
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