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Taylor
pulls
up
in
the
large
Audi
.
Christian
opens
the
rear
door
for
me
,
and
I
climb
inside
as
elegantly
as
I
can
,
considering
my
state
of
wanton
undress
.
I
’
m
grateful
that
Kate
’
s
plum
dress
is
so
clingy
and
hangs
to
the
top
of
my
knees
.
We
speed
up
Interstate
5
,
both
of
us
quiet
,
no
doubt
inhibited
by
Taylor
’
s
steady
presence
in
the
front
.
Christian
’
s
mood
is
almost
tangible
and
seems
to
shift
,
the
humor
dissipating
slowly
as
we
head
north
.
He
’
s
brooding
,
staring
out
the
window
,
and
I
know
he
’
s
slipping
away
from
me
.
What
is
he
thinking
?
I
can
’
t
ask
him
.
What
can
I
say
in
front
of
Taylor
?
“
Where
did
you
learn
to
dance
?
”
I
ask
tentatively
.
He
turns
to
gaze
at
me
,
his
eyes
unreadable
beneath
the
intermittent
light
of
the
passing
street
lamps
.
“
Do
you
really
want
to
know
?
”
he
replies
softly
.
My
heart
sinks
,
and
now
I
don
’
t
because
I
can
guess
.
“
Yes
,
”
I
murmur
reluctantly
.
“
Mrs
.
Robinson
was
fond
of
dancing
.
”
Oh
,
my
worst
suspicions
confirmed
.
She
has
taught
him
well
,
and
the
thought
depresses
me
—
there
’
s
nothing
I
can
teach
him
.
I
have
no
special
skills
.
“
She
must
have
been
a
good
teacher
.
”
“
She
was
.
”
