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Chapter 23

           Oh,hell,Ithought,dowehavetoarguenow?

           "Comeoverhereplease,"Catherinesaid.Theflatnesswasallgoneoutofhervoice."Comeover,please.I’magoodgirlagain."Ilookedoveratthebed.Shewassmiling.

           Iwentoverandsatonthebedbesideherandkissedher.

           "You’remygoodgirl."

           "I’mcertainlyyours,"shesaid.

           Afterwehadeatenwefeltfine,andthenafter,wefeltveryhappyandinalittletimetheroomfeltlikeourownhome.Myroomatthehospitalhadbeenourownhomeandthisroomwasourhometoointhesameway.

           Catherineworemytunicoverhershoulderswhileweate.WewereveryhungryandthemealwasgoodandwedrankabottleofCapriandabottleofSt.Estephe.IdrankmostofitbutCatherinedranksomeanditmadeherfeelsplendid.Fordinnerwehadawoodcockwithsoufflépotatoesandpuréedemarron,asalad,andzabaionefordessert.

           "It’safineroom,"Catherinesaid."It’salovelyroom.Weshouldhavestayedhereallthetimewe’vebeeninMilan."

           "It’safunnyroom.Butit’snice."

           "Viceisawonderfulthing,"Catherinesaid."Thepeoplewhogoinforitseemtohavegoodtasteaboutit.Theredplushisreallyfine.It’sjustthething.Andthemirrorsareveryattractive."

           "You’realovelygirl."

           "Idon’tknowhowaroomlikethiswouldbeforwakingupinthemorning.Butit’sreallyasplendidroom."IpouredanotherglassofSt.Estephe.

           "Iwishwecoulddosomethingreallysinful,"Catherinesaid."Everythingwedoseemssoinnocentandsimple.

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