I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. You’re a little late, you must remember, and we are punctual people here. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. Feels as if I’ve been dashing back and forth about the whole country, if you want to know.
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