And she switched the light off.
30.
“Is that better?” she asked.
“Now it’s like the middle of the night,” he replied, for pitch blackness had suddenly descended. “I’ll fall asleep like that. You’d better put the light back on.”
“I won’t,” she said, and he guessed she was smiling. “Sleep if you want to.”
“How about you?”
“I’ll sleep, too.”
And they lay down on the bed as far apart as possible, but the bed was narrow and badly sprung. Beds like that are renowned for one thing: whatever you put on them rolls into the middle. He and the girl rolled into the middle, too.
“I’m sliding onto you,” the girl said.
“So am I.”
“Shall we try again?”
And they lay down far apart and tumbled into the middle again, bumping knees. But this time he sensed that the girl was naked, just as she had b
