She wrinkled her nose.She wrinkled her nose. "Tickles." Then she disengaged my arms from around her and led me by the hand into my own living room. She turned and faced me. "But, please, first -- ?" She gestured toward the sofa. I nodded and she sat. I eased myself into the comfortable old second-hand rock-Maple rocker that was my reading chair. "You won't sit with me?" I shook my head. "If I get any closer than this, I won't be able to keep my hands off you while you say what's in your mind." "I affect you so much and yet you rejected me yesterday..." "You know you affect me." "My sister has told me many things about you. She has told me exactly what she has told you. I know the things she has told you. About our uncle, and Manila, and the British writer, and the man in Seattle, and the man here who assaulted her. She has told you about her and I and things we did together and about our mother. |