'Yes.'
'Well, it makes sense to me,' I said.
Linda unbuttoned the suit jacket and took it off, and unzipped her skirt and slid out of it. She took off her undergarments and let them drop to the floor and stood up straight and smiled at me some more.
'Do you wish to have me ravage you here on the living room floor or would you prefer to retire to the bedroom?' I said. I seemed disconnected now from my voice, as well, as if reality were off camera and we were enacting a poem that someone else had chanted. Linda didn't answer.
'What's your preference?' I heard myself say.
'I think both,' I heard Linda say. And later, much later in the darkness, with the world put far aside, I heard one of us say, 'forever?' and the other, I don't know which, our voices had merged by then, answered, 'forever.'
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