Melody (Logan 1)

dazzled like jewels in the night.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's beautiful."

"I thought you might like it."

To our right the ocean roared in the darkness. I

embraced myself.

"Cold?"

"A little," I admitted.

"I bet you really wanted to go to that beach

party," he said.

"I've never been to one."

"All they do is smoke dope or drink around the

fire.

Some of them go off into the darkness, of

course."

"Don't you want a girlfriend some day?" I asked

him.

"When I find someone sensible, I'll speak to

her," he replied.

"No one's sensible?"

"And pretty, too," he admitted. He stood there

with his hands in his pockets, kicking the sand and

occasionally glancing at me and then at the ocean.

"What about you?"

"What?"

"Did you have a boyfriend back in West

Virginia?"

"For a while I was going steady, but after

Daddy died. . . I stopped going to school dances and

things."