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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (5212)	1/9/2000 11:55:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 13018

"OUCH! Let me go!" He dropped his arms to his sides. "What's the matter?" "Your shirt stud-it hurt me-look!" She was looking down at her neck, where a little blue spot about the size of a pea marred its pallor. "Oh, Isabelle," he reproached himself, "I'm a goopher. Really, I'm sorry-I shouldn't have held you so close." She looked up impatiently. "Oh, Amory, of course you couldn't help it, and it didn't hurt much; but what are we going to do about it?" "Do about it?" he asked. "Oh-that spot; it'll disappear in a second." "It isn't," she said, after a moment of concentrated gazing, "it's still there-and it looks like Old Nick-oh, Amory, what'll we do! It's just the height of your shoulder." "Massage it," he suggested, repressing the faintest inclination to laugh. She rubbed it delicately with the tips of her fingers, and then a tear gathered in the corner of her eye, and slid down her cheek. "Oh, Amory," she said despairingly, lifting up a most pathetic face, "I'll just make my whole neck flame if I rub it. What'll I do?" A quotation sailed into his head and he couldn't resist repeating it aloud. "All the perfumes of Arabia will not whiten this little hand." She looked up and the sparkle of the tear in her eye was like ice. "You're not very sympathetic." Amory mistook her meaning. "Isabelle, darling, I think it'll--" "Don't touch me!" she cried. "Haven't I enough on my mind and you stand there and laugh!" Then he slipped again. "Well, it is funny, Isabelle, and we were talking the other day about a sense of humor being--" She was looking at him with something that was not a smile, rather the faint, mirthless echo of a smile, in the corners of her mouth. "Oh, shut up!" she cried suddenly, and fled down the hallway toward her room. Amory stood there, covered with remorseful confusion. "Damn!" F.ScottF. This Side of Paradise ~.~