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Chapter 6

           "It’snotbeenaway."IturnedhersoIcouldseeherfacewhenIkissedherandIsawthathereyeswereshut.Ikissedbothhershuteyes.Ithoughtshewasprobablyalittlecrazy.Itwasallrightifshewas.IdidnotcarewhatIwasgettinginto.Thiswasbetterthangoingeveryeveningtothehouseforofficerswherethegirlsclimbedalloveryouandputyourcaponbackwardasasignofaffectionbetweentheirtripsupstairswithbrotherofficers.IknewIdidnotloveCatherineBarkleynorhadanyideaoflovingher.Thiswasagame,likebridge,inwhichyousaidthingsinsteadofplayingcards.Likebridgeyouhadtopretendyouwereplayingformoneyorplayingforsomestakes.Nobodyhadmentionedwhatthestakeswere.Itwasallrightwithme.

           "Iwishtherewassomeplacewecouldgo,"Isaid.Iwasexperiencingthemasculinedifficultyofmakingloveverylongstandingup.

           "Thereisn’tanyplace,"shesaid.Shecamebackfromwherevershehadbeen.

           "Wemightsittherejustforalittlewhile."

           WesatontheflatstonebenchandIheldCatherineBarkley’shand.Shewouldnotletmeputmyarmaroundher.

           "Areyouverytired?"sheasked.

           "No."

           Shelookeddownatthegrass.

           "Thisisarottengameweplay,isn’tit?"

           "Whatgame?"

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