CHAPTER FOURTEEN
They got back into Oakland a little after 5:00, and stopped at a Mexican restaurant for dinner. Marvia invited Tyrone and Lindsey to her apartment afterwards, but Tyrone begged off.
At Marvia’s place on Oxford Street, Lindsey said, “I was going to ask you—”
“What?”
“Well, I mean—last night. The other night, after we had dinner out, then you said it was a bad idea for me to come up. I guess it was. Would have been. I don’t know, Marvia.”
“But then in Reno I went to bed with you.”
He could still blush at that. “Yes.”
“You seemed to like it.”
“I loved it. I—I think I love you, Marvia.”
“I love you too, Bart. What are we going to do about it?”
He held his head in his hands. “People in love still get married.” It took all his courage to say that, and it came out in li
