Part 33 (2/2)
Marian nodded. ”A lot more for me to tell.” I can tell her everything as we go along, she promised herself. I think she can handle it.
”Talking is good. If we stay out of bed we can talk more.”
”Why can't we talk in bed?” Liddy scrubbed her face with the sleeve of her uniform. ”I don't know where we're going, Marian. I'm a little scared. I'm a long way from home.”
”And this isn't home.” With a tiny rush of courage, Marian added, ”Yet.”
Liddy's shy smile reached her eyes. ”I'm not saying it couldn't be.”
”I'm not ready for a commitment.”
Surprisingly, Liddy answered, ”I am.”
”Oh.” Marian didn't quite know what to say to that.
”Don't panic, you nit.”
”I'm not a nit!”
Liddy arched an eyebrow. ”I meant that I am willing to commit to trying.”
Slowly, Marian nodded. ”Me, too. Yes, I can commit to that.”
”We've got seven weeks,” Liddy said philosophically.
”Practically forever.”
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Forever, Marian thought as Liddy melted into her again, might not be long enough with this woman. They swayed against each other until Liddy drew her head back with a laugh.
”We can dance someplace else, you know?”
”It's not this kind of dancing I have in mind,” Marian answered.
”I want a long dance with you, though, a very long dance.”
Liddy caught her breath, then a slow smile crept over her face.
”What do you call this dance?”
Marian laughed. ”We're going to have to talk that over, I think.”
”Oh, more talk.” Liddy's mock pout was, Marian had to admit, adorable.
”We'll have to practice dancing, too.”
”That is sounding more appealing.” Liddy pulled Marian against the Hummer. ”I'm ready.”
”For what?” She swallowed hard as Liddy's hands slid underneath her T-s.h.i.+rt to stroke her back.
Liddy's answer was nearly lost under the pounding of Marian's heart.
”Everything.”
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Thursday evening, November 25: Getting lazy about writing in my journal. So much to cover.
I've never had a vegetarian Thanksgiving before, but everything was tasty. Liddy's mom is a good cook. Her dad seems to like me. I'm worried they'll be cold in the guest room.
This morning L couldn't find a decent pair of panties to wear, thanks to Hill. She said her mom would know it had holes, so she opted for a skimpy thong that came with a negligee. All day that knowledge has been quite distracting.
Tickets to Hawaii are expensive, but worth it. I'm amazed that L still wants to go, after I told her about Hemma. She says she wants to be sure I'm over it, and that I'm not just calling her Emma to cover! I've taken to enunciating clearly.
The good news is Trombone has stopped barfing in my shoes, but L's are now the target. I try to tell L that means Trombone loves her.
I'm nearly done with my first semester-what a relief! We think L is going to get another project from Moon; she liked the work L did. The bonus was encouraging and her agent knows of another writer looking for a good researcher.
Sandy is a good gardener and my share of this year's harvest has been bountiful. We may go on doing that. She and T are good neighbors. Who knows, Ellie and Jersey might be happy together, too.
No more time. L needs me.
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