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PROGRESS REPORT 12
TheexcitementthatcameovermewhenIkissedheragaincommunicateditself,andIwassureIcouldbenormalwithher.ShewasdifferentfromAlice.Shewasthekindofwomanwhohadbeenaround.
Thenhervoicechanged,uncertain."Beforewego...Justonething..."Shestoodupandtookasteptowardmeinthesprayoflamplight,openinghercoat,andIcouldseetheshapeofherbodyasIhadnotimagineditallthetimeweweresittingnexttoeachotherintheshadows."Onlythefifthmonth,"shesaid."Itdoesn’tmakeanydifference.Youdon’tmind,doyou?"
Standingtherewithhercoatopen,shewassuperimposedasadoubleexposureonthepictureofthemiddle-agedwomanjustoutofthebathtub,holdingopenherbathrobeforCharlietosee.AndIwaited,asablasphemerwaitsforlightning.Ilookedaway.ItwasthelastthingIhadexpected,butthecoatwrappedtightlyaroundheronsuchahotnightshouldhavewarnedmethatsomethingwaswrong.
"It’snotmyhusband’s,"sheassuredme."Iwasn’tlyingtoyouaboutwhatIsaidbefore.Ihaven’tseenhimforyears.ItwasasalesmanImetabouteightmonthsago.Iwaslivingwithhim.I’mnotgoingtoseehimanymore,butI’mgoingtokeepthebaby.We’vejustgottobecareful—notroughoranythinglikethat.Butotherwiseyoudon’thavetoworry."
Hervoicerandownwhenshesawmyanger."That’sfilthy!"Ishouted."Yououghttobeashamedofyourself."
Shedrewaway,wrappinghercoatquicklyaroundhertoprotectwhatlaywithin.
