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           Thiswaslivingtissuehereunderhishandandlivingtissuerequiredotherlivingtissue.Dr.JulesSegaldecidedhewouldmakethebigpushtonightathisapartment.He’dwantedtomakehercomeacrosswithoutanytrickerybutiftrickerytherehadtobe,hewasthemanforit.Allintheinterestsofscienceofcourse.And,besides,thispoorkidwasdyingforit.

           "Jules,stop,pleasestop,"Lucysaid.Hervoicewastrembling.

           Juleswasimmediatelycontrite."OK,honey,"hesaid.Heputhisheadinherlapandusinghersoftthighsasapillow,hetookalittlenap.Hewasamusedathersquirming,theheatthatregisteredfromherloinsandwhensheputherhandonhisheadtosmoothhishair,hegraspedherwristplayfullyandhelditloverlikebutreallytofeelherpulse.Itwasgalloping.He’dgethertonightandhe’dsolvethemystery,whatthehelleveritwas.Fullyconfident,Dr.JulesSegalfellasleep.

           Lucywatchedthepeoplearoundthepool.Shecouldneverhaveimaginedherlifewouldchangesoinlessthantwoyears.Sheneverregrettedher"foolishness"atConnieCorleone’swedding.Itwasthemostwonderfulthingthathadeverhappenedtoherandsheliveditoverandoveragaininherdreams.Asshelivedoverandoveragainthemonthsthatfollowed.

           Sonnyhadvisitedheronceaweek,sometimesmore,neverless.Thedaysbeforeshesawhimagainherbodywasintorment.Theirpassionforeachotherwasofthemostelementarykind,undilutedbypoetryoranyformofintellectualism.