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to do, right?" "With, but I'll take without. But we don't have a bed out
there and the grass will be wet and even if we brought two or three
blankets to lie on, they'd soon be soaked through." "The chaise longue of
course." "It's too narrow. One of us can barely lie on it straight." "We
don't have to do it the same old way," she says. "It's warm here." "We'll
be warm, don't worry. But if you don't want to , fine, but I'm ready. I
thought you'd try while I was reading." "I was reading too and I didn't
think you wanted to." "Come," she says. She gets out of bed, grabs
his
hand. "Take a couple of blankets," she says. He takes them off the bed
and goes outside with her. Moon's there, full, bright, little beard this time
instead of a toupee. Beard disappears and then it's just a beatific face again
or what looks to him like one. "Sit," she says. He does, where she tells
him to, at the end of the chaise longue. She sits on him, facing him. They
do it this way. At the end they both howl. Moon disappears at almost that
exact moment. "Clouds," he says after. "Shame," she says.
