"It's my fault, Oliver. You're married and you have
a child. I lost control. I'm--not a good woman."
"You're a wonderful woman."
"I've been praying," she said. "I don't pray like the rest of them, but
God hears everyone."
Oliver pulled at one ear lobe, off balance.
"I'm asking Him to take this want out of me." Suzanne's voice trailed
off. "I don't think I can do it by myself." Oliver's cheeks grew hot.
"I was going to cut my hair practically off, but I couldn't."
"I'm glad you didn't."
She looked at him, helpless again. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," Oliver said. "I have the want, too."
Suzanne smiled for the first time. "If you've got it like I do, one of
us is going to have to leave the state."
"Maybe there's some other way," he said. "Tell me how much you love
disco."
"I hate disco," she said apologetically. "I like old time country
music. And jazz. Coltrane."
"Oh swell," Oliver said. "Have you ever been to the Cafe No, in
Portland?" Suzanne shook her head. "Terrific place to hear live jazz."
He stopped, frustrated.
"I'll leave if you want me to," she said. "I ought to be able to get a
job somewhere else.
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