But I never dished it out like
that."
"How did it feel?"
"Kind of strange, at first. Then it felt good."
"I knew we were in trouble," she said. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"To that relationship, when you were--receiving."
"Oh," he said. "I changed. Yi! What time is it?"
"Getting on for three."
"Baby, I've got to run. I hate to." He was already dressing.
"I know," she said.
He was gaining speed. Deweys was his only hope. He had to get there and
get Suzanne to the back of his mind before he could go home. The quilt
stopped him.
"Suzanne." She came naked into the living room. "This quilt is
special." He thought. "It's because you are . . . And I don't mean
just because you're twenty-seven and gorgeous. How did you do it?"
"I follow my heart, that's all." She looked at the quilt. "It needs a
lot of work."
"I've really got to go. Damn!"
She blew him a wistful kiss. "Bye, Baby."
Oliver fled. He drove fast, hoping that speed would force him into the
present, that driving would require all of his attention, but images of
Jacky and Suzanne kept replacing each other in front of him. Suzanne
surrendered to him the way he had surrendered to Jacky.
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