out. You should feel bad, it’s natural, it will pass.”
She twitched her head away from him angrily.
“You know better than that,” she whispered.
“It will pass,” he said.
“That’s not what I mean.” She turned and took his face in her hands. In the light spilling in from the living room she could see him clearly. She looked straight into his eyes.
“What?” Becker asked
For a long time he thought she wasn’t going to answer as she continued to stare into his eyes, searching for reassurance of something.
“I don’t feel bad,” she said at last. “I liked it.” Her face contorted itself as if she had tasted her own bile.
She jerked away and turned her back to him once more. She said something that he did not hear.
“What?”
“I’m just like you,” she hissed and her body shuddered in his arms.
