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r；　swollen　eyes；　and

bare　features　and　suddenly　wishing　she　could　hide。

〃If　you　could　bottle　up　and　sell　what　you　call　awful；　you'd　make　a

million。〃

〃Well；　I'm　sure　you'd　know。　You　must　have　seen　dozens　of　women　first

thing　in　the　morning。〃

〃Ah。　I　think　you　need　coffee。〃　He　slid　an　arm　behind　her　and　drew　her

up。　〃Jealousy　isn't　your　usual　style。〃　Though　a　smile　played　around　his

mouth；　his　eyes　were　serious。

〃I'm　not　jealous；〃　she　said；　but　she　drank　his　coffee。　The　intimacy　of

it　made　a　lie　of　her　denial。　She　wanted　to　know　who　occupied　Mitch's

time　and　thoughts　when　he　wasn't　with　her。　Oh；　yes；　she　was　jealous。

〃Better？〃　he　asked　and　took　another　drink　himself。　He　placed　the　mug　on

the　nightstand　when　she　lay　back　against　the　pillows。　〃Is　the　nightgown

symbolic？　Like　the　pink　sweater　last　time？〃

She　lifted　a　shoulder；　self…conscious。　〃I　suppose。　I'm　getting　out　more

now。　I　feel　better。〃　Except　when　she　thought　about　the　uping　trial；

which　she　desperately　tried　not　to　do。　〃What　about　you？　Any　symbolic

recovery　gestures？〃

He　gave　an　evasive　smile。　〃Some。〃

Anne　waited。　After　a　minute；　she　said；　〃Like　what？〃

〃It's　better　told　at　another　time。　I　have　something　more　important　in

mind　right　now。〃

〃What？〃　she　asked　with　total　innocence；　until　his　eyes　fell　to　her

breasts。　The　nightgown　was　sheer。　Blushing；　she　crossed　her　arms　over

the　pale　yellow　bodice。

He　took　her　wrists　and　pulled　them　away；　then　murmured　a　husky；　〃I

haven't　properly　said　hello；〃　and　drew　her　forward。　His　lips　found　hers

unerringly；　and　proceeded　to　do　all　the　things　Anne　loved　until　she　was

dizzy　with　pl