PROGRESS REPORT 11
May1
Whyhaven’tIevernoticedhowbeautifulAliceKinnianis?Shehaspigeon-softbrowneyesandfeatherybrownhairdowntothehollowofherneck.Whenshesmiles,herfulllipslookasifshe’spouting.
Wewenttoamovieandthentodinner.Ididn’tseemuchofthefirstpicturebecauseIwastooconsciousofhersittingnexttome.Twiceherbarearmtouchedmineonthearmrest,andbothtimesthefearthatshewouldbecomeannoyedmademepullback.AllIcouldthinkaboutwashersoftskinjustinchesaway.ThenIsaw,tworowsaheadofus,ayoungmanwithhisarmaroundhisgirl,andIwantedtoputmyarmaroundMissKinnian.Terrifying.ButifIdiditslowly...firstrestingmyarmonthebackofherseat...movingup...inchbyinch...torestnearhershouldersandthebackofherneck...casually...
Ididn’tdare.
ThebestIcoulddowasrestmyelbowonthebackofherseat,butbythetimeIgotthereIhadtoshiftpositiontowipetheperspirationoffmyfaceandneck.
Once,herlegaccidentallybrushedagainstmine.
Itbecamesuchanordeal—sopainful—thatIforcedmyselftotakemymindoffher.Thefirstpicturehadbeenawarfilm,andallIcaughtwastheendingwheretheG.I.goesbacktoEuropetomarrythewomanwhosavedhislife.Thesecondpictureinterestedme.Apsychologicalfilmaboutamanandwomanapparentlyinlovebutactuallydestroyingeachother.
