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What Happened to the Soldiers. With Amanda. A Conversation with Dan Miller.
TheTurmanwomaniswithyourson.
"Yes."Itcametomethatthiswasaway-maybenotthebestone,butaway,nevertheless-totakethecurseoffwhatOllieandIhadjustdone.Notthebestway,justtheonlyway.
Wewentupthenarrowflightofstairsandintotheoffice.Itwasempty,asshehadsaid.Andtherewasalockonthedoor.Iturnedit.Inthedarknessshewasnothingbutashape.Iputmyarmsout,touchedher,andpulledhertome.Shewastrembling.Wewentdownonthefloor,firstkneeling,kissing,andIcuppedonefirmbreastandcouldfeelthequickthuddingofherheartthroughhersweatshirt.IthoughtofSteffytellingBillynottotouchthelivewires.Ithoughtofthebruisethathadbeenonherhipwhenshetookoffthebrowndressonourweddingnight.IthoughtofthefirsttimeIhadseenher,bikingacrossthemalloftheUniversityofMaineatOrono,meboundforoneofVincentHartgen’sclasseswithmyportfolioundermyarm.Andmyerectionwasenormous.
Welaydownthen,andshesaid,"Loveme,David.Makemewarm."Whenshecame,shedugintomybackwithhernailsandcalledmebyanamethatwasn’tmine.Ididn’tmind.Itmadeusabouteven.
Whenwecamedown,somesortofcreepingdawnhadbegun.Theblacknessoutsidetheloopholeswentreluctantlytodullgray,thentochrome,thentothebright,featureless,andunsparklingwhiteofadrive-inmoviescreen.MikeHatlenwasasleepinafoldingchairhehadscroungedsomewhere.DanMillersatontheflooralittledistanceaway,eatingaHostessdonut.
