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"
No
I
don
’
t
.
Listen
,
how
about
a
little
drink
?
"
I
got
up
and
mixed
her
one
.
Lydia
lit
a
long
cigarette
and
sipped
at
her
drink
.
"
You
sure
look
good
in
that
hat
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
purple
feather
is
something
.
"
"
It
’
s
my
father
’
s
hat
.
"
"
Won
’
t
he
miss
it
?
"
"
He
’
s
dead
.
"
I
pulled
Lydia
over
to
the
couch
and
gave
her
a
long
kiss
.
She
told
me
about
her
father
.
He
had
died
and
left
all
4
sisters
a
bit
of
money
.
That
had
enabled
them
to
be
independent
and
had
enabled
Lydia
to
divorce
her
husband
.
She
also
told
me
she
’
d
had
some
kind
of
breakdown
and
spent
time
in
a
madhouse
.
I
kissed
her
again
.
"
Look
,
"
I
said
,
"
let
’
s
lay
down
on
the
bed
.
I
’
m
tired
.
"
To
my
surprise
she
followed
me
into
the
bedroom
.
I
stretched
out
on
the
bed
and
felt
her
sit
down
.
I
closed
my
eyes
and
could
tell
she
was
pulling
her
boots
off
.
I
heard
one
boot
hit
the
floor
,
then
the
other
.
I
began
to
undress
on
the
bed
.
I
reached
up
and
shut
off
the
overhead
light
.
I
continued
undressing
.
We
kissed
some
more
.
"
How
long
has
it
been
since
you
’
ve
had
a
woman
?
"
"
Four
years
.
"
