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"
That
’
s
okay
.
"
"
About
tomorrow
.
"
"
No
.
About
you
.
"
Gradually
—
I
was
offended
at
having
been
taught
a
lesson
in
the
art
of
not
condescending
—
she
made
me
talk
about
myself
.
She
did
it
by
asking
blunt
questions
,
and
by
brushing
aside
empty
answers
.
I
began
to
talk
about
being
a
brigadier
’
s
son
,
about
loneliness
,
and
for
once
mostly
not
to
glamorize
myself
but
simply
to
explain
.
I
discovered
two
things
about
A
]
ison
:
that
behind
her
bluntness
she
was
an
expert
coaxer
,
a
handler
of
men
,
a
sexual
diplomat
,
and
that
her
attraction
lay
as
much
in
her
candor
as
in
her
having
a
pretty
body
,
an
interesting
face
,
and
knowing
it
She
had
a
very
un
-
English
ability
to
suddenly
flash
out
some
truth
,
some
seriousness
,
some
quick
surge
of
interest
.
I
fell
silent
.
I
knew
she
was
watching
me
.
After
a
moment
I
looked
at
her
.
She
had
a
shy
,
thoughtful
expression
;
a
new
self
.
"
Alison
,
I
like
you
.
"
"
I
think
I
like
you
.
You
’
ve
got
a
nice
mouth
.
"
"
You
’
re
the
first
Australian
girl
I
’
ve
ever
met
.
"
"
Poor
Pom
.
"
All
the
lights
except
one
dim
one
had
long
ago
been
put
out
,
and
there
were
the
usual
surrendered
couples
on
all
available
furniture
and
floor
space
.
The
party
had
paired
off
.
Maggie
seemed
to
have
disappeared
,
and
Charlie
lay
fast
asleep
on
the
bedroom
floor
.
We
danced
.
We
began
close
,
and
became
closer
.
I
kissed
her
hair
,
and
then
her
neck
,
and
she
pressed
my
hand
,
and
moved
a
little
closer
still
.
