He laughed. "Great. So?" he said after a

moment, "Are you just going to stand there? You

didn't come all this way to watch me lie on a beach

blanket, did you?" he asked.

"Maybe. Don't forget my uncle and aunt don't

allow television in their house."

He threw back his head and roared with

laughter. Then he grew serious and gestured for me to

come to him. "It's very cozy on this blanket." I lowered myself to my knees and put my shoes

down before sitting on the blanket, close to the edge. He stared with a quizzical look on his face and

then he shook his head, still smiling. "Aren't you the

tease?" he said. "All right, I'll play hard to get, too."

He lay back on his hands to look up at the sky. "I'm not a tease."

"Of course you are. All girls are."

"Well, it's not true about me."

He turned over and braced his chin on his hand

to gaze at me. "Really? Well, why do you work so

hard at being beautiful if not to have boys look at you

longingly?"

"I don't work so hard at being beautiful." "I imagine you don't," he said nodding. "You

are what I would call a natural beauty. That's why all the cats in school are clawing at you. So," he said, sitting up again, "tell me about your life in

coalmineville. Leave a boyfriend crying in his beer

when you came to the Cape?"

"I'll bet. Well, his loss is my gain." He

snickered. "Come a little closer. I won't bite," he said.

"You want me to beg? Is that it?" he asked when I

didn't move.

"I don't want you to beg, no."

"So?"

I shifted on the blanket until I was beside him. "Now that's better. At least I can smell your

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