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She
turned
to
go
.
He
stopped
her
,
grasping
her
shoulders
from
behind
;
he
bent
her
head
back
and
kissed
her
mouth
.
When
he
raised
his
head
,
she
pulled
it
down
again
with
a
demanding
gesture
of
ownership
,
as
if
stressing
her
right
to
do
it
.
Then
she
stepped
away
from
him
.
"
Never
mind
the
drink
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
didn
’
t
really
want
it
—
except
for
seeing
you
wait
on
me
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
let
me
wait
on
you
.
"
"
No
.
"
He
smiled
,
stretching
himself
out
on
the
couch
,
his
hands
crossed
under
his
head
.
He
felt
at
home
;
it
was
the
first
home
he
had
ever
found
.
"
You
know
,
the
worst
part
of
the
banquet
was
that
the
only
wish
of
every
person
present
was
to
get
it
over
with
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
I
can
’
t
understand
is
why
they
wanted
to
do
it
at
all
.
They
didn
’
t
have
to
.
Certainly
not
for
my
sake
.
"
She
picked
up
a
cigarette
box
,
extended
it
to
him
,
then
held
the
flame
of
a
lighter
to
the
tip
of
his
cigarette
,
in
the
deliberate
manner
of
waiting
on
him
.
She
smiled
in
answer
to
his
chuckle
,
then
sat
down
on
the
arm
of
a
chair
across
the
room
.
"
Why
did
you
accept
their
invitation
,
Hank
?
"
she
asked
.
"
You
’
ve
always
refused
to
join
them
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
want
to
refuse
a
peace
offer
—
when
I
’
ve
beaten
them
and
they
know
it
.
I
’
ll
never
join
them
,
but
an
invitation
to
appear
as
a
guest
of
honor
—
well
,
I
thought
they
were
good
losers
.
I
thought
it
was
generous
of
them
.
"
