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The
evening
started
out
well
enough
.
The
Mall
at
Central
Park
had
filled
up
early
,
and
Alice
and
I
had
to
pick
our
way
among
the
couples
stretched
out
on
the
grass
.
Finally
,
far
back
from
the
path
,
we
found
an
unused
tree
where
—
out
of
the
range
of
lamplight
—
the
only
evidence
of
other
couples
was
the
protesting
female
laughter
and
the
glow
of
lit
cigarettes
.
"
This
will
be
fine
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
reason
to
be
right
on
top
of
the
orchestra
.
"
"
What
’
s
that
they
’
re
playing
now
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Debussy
’
s
La
Mer
.
Do
you
like
it
?
"
I
settled
down
beside
her
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
much
about
this
kind
of
music
.
I
have
to
think
about
it
.
"
"
Don
’
t
think
about
it
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Feel
it
.
Let
it
sweep
over
you
like
the
sea
without
trying
to
understand
.
"
She
lay
back
on
the
grass
and
turned
her
face
in
the
direc
tion
of
the
music
.
I
had
no
way
of
knowing
what
she
expected
of
me
.
This
was
far
from
the
clear
lines
of
problem
-
solving
and
the
systematic
acquisition
of
knowledge
.
I
kept
telling
my
self
that
the
sweating
palms
,
the
tightness
in
my
chest
,
the
desire
to
put
my
arms
around
her
were
merely
biochemical
reactions
.
I
even
traced
the
pattern
of
stimulus
-
and
-
reaction
that
caused
my
nervousness
and
excitement
.
Yet
everything
was
fuzzy
and
uncertain
.
Should
I
put
my
arm
around
her
or
not
?
Was
she
waiting
for
me
to
do
it
?
Would
she
get
angry
?
I
could
tell
I
was
still
behaving
like
an
ado
lescent
and
it
angered
me
.
"
Here
,
"
I
choked
,
"
why
don
’
t
you
make
yourself
more
comfortable
?
Rest
on
my
shoulder
.
"
She
let
me
put
my
arm
around
her
,
but
she
didn
’
t
look
at
me
.
She
seemed
to
be
too
absorbed
in
the
music
to
realize
what
I
was
doing
.
Did
she
want
me
to
hold
her
that
way
,
or
was
she
merely
tolerating
it
?
As
I
slipped
my
arm
down
to
her
waist
,
I
felt
her
tremble
,
but
still
she
kept
staring
in
the
direction
of
the
orchestra
.
She
was
pretending
to
be
concentrating
on
the
music
so
that
she
wouldn
’
t
have
to
respond
to
me
.
She
didn
’
t
want
to
know
what
was
happening
.
As
long
as
she
looked
away
and
listened
,
she
could
pretend
that
my
closeness
,
my
arms
around
her
,
were
without
her
knowl
edge
or
consent
.
She
wanted
me
to
make
love
to
her
body
while
she
kept
her
mind
on
higher
things
.
I
reached
over
roughly
and
turned
her
chin
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
look
at
me
?
Are
you
pretending
I
don
’
t
exist
?
"
"
No
,
Charlie
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
I
’
m
pretending
I
don
’
t
exist
.
"
