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She
stood
there
and
watched
me
,
right
up
close
to
me
,
then
she
turned
as
I
picked
up
the
stones
and
put
them
round
her
neck
.
I
had
a
job
fastening
them
,
my
hands
were
trembling
,
it
was
the
first
time
I
had
touched
her
skin
except
her
hand
.
She
smelt
so
nice
I
could
have
stood
like
that
all
the
evening
.
It
was
like
being
in
one
of
those
adverts
come
to
life
.
At
last
she
turned
and
there
she
was
looking
at
me
.
"
Are
they
nice
?
"
I
nodded
,
I
couldn
’
t
speak
.
I
wanted
to
say
something
nice
,
a
compliment
.
"
Would
you
like
me
to
kiss
you
on
the
cheek
?
"
I
didn
’
t
say
,
but
she
put
her
hand
on
my
shoulder
and
lifted
up
a
bit
and
kissed
my
cheek
.
It
must
have
seemed
hot
,
I
was
red
enough
by
that
time
to
have
started
a
bonfire
.
Well
,
we
had
cold
chicken
and
things
;
I
opened
the
champagne
and
it
was
very
nice
,
I
was
surprised
.
I
wished
I
’
d
bought
another
bottle
,
it
seemed
easy
to
drink
,
not
very
intoxicating
.
Though
we
laughed
a
lot
,
she
was
really
witty
,
talking
with
other
people
that
weren
’
t
there
again
and
so
on
.
After
supper
we
made
coffee
together
in
the
kitchen
(
I
kept
a
sharp
eye
open
,
of
course
)
and
took
it
through
to
the
lounge
and
she
put
on
jazz
records
I
’
d
bought
her
.
We
actually
sat
on
the
sofa
together
.
Then
we
played
charades
;
she
acted
things
,
syllables
of
words
,
and
I
had
to
guess
what
they
were
.
I
wasn
’
t
any
good
at
it
,
either
acting
or
guessing
.
I
remember
one
word
she
did
was
"
butterfly
.
"
She
kept
on
doing
it
again
and
again
and
I
couldn
’
t
guess
.
I
said
aeroplane
and
all
the
birds
I
could
think
of
and
in
the
end
she
collapsed
in
a
chair
and
said
I
was
hopeless
.
Then
it
was
dancing
.
She
tried
to
teach
me
to
jive
and
samba
,
but
it
meant
touching
her
,
I
got
so
confused
and
I
never
got
the
time
right
.
She
must
have
thought
I
was
really
slow
.
The
next
thing
was
she
had
to
go
away
a
minute
.
I
didn
’
t
like
it
,
but
I
knew
I
couldn
’
t
expect
her
to
go
downstairs
.
I
had
to
let
her
go
up
and
I
stood
on
the
stairs
where
I
could
see
if
she
did
any
monkey
business
with
the
light
(
the
planks
weren
’
t
up
,
I
slipped
there
)
.
The
window
was
high
,
I
knew
she
couldn
’
t
get
out
without
my
hearing
,
and
it
was
quite
a
drop
.
Anyhow
she
came
right
out
,
seeing
me
on
the
stairs
.
"
Can
’
t
you
trust
me
?
"
She
was
a
bit
sharp
.
