each other, want each other."
"I drank too much wine," I said, flailing about
for an excuse.
"You don't mean that, Laura. You don't mean
the only reason you made love to me like you did was
because you got drunk." Robert lay there, looking at
me with such pain in his eyes.
"I don't know what I mean," I wailed. "I just
feel like we went too far, that we ruined something
true and pure." "That's foolish."
"It's not foolish to me, Robert!" I cried. "Okay, okay," he said, holding up his hands.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean you
were foolish, but you
know in your heart, this was what you wanted, too." "That's just it. Maybe did, but maybe I was
wrong to want it."
"You weren't wrong," he insisted.
"That's something boys usually say," I shot
back. "Not this boy. I say what's true and good for us.
I don't find myself in bed with every girl I meet and I
don't fall in love with every girl I meet, but I fell in
love with you." put on my sandals and looked at him. "I'd better go home," I said.
"Laura--"
"Please, Robert. I just want to go home." "You're punishing yourself unfairly," he said,
rising. He started to dress.
"I'll go down and clean up while you dress," I
said. "You better do something about the bed sheet,
too."
"It's all right. I can do it later."
I left anyway and hurried down the stairs. I was
already clearing the table when he caught up with me.