Chapter 9
But Edythe did return to Jed's apartment. She refused to let him come to hers. She would not have dinner with him in public. Yet night after night, twice a week at least, she would come to his apartment.
She came, as though fighting herself, reluctantly, sullenly sometimes. He would woo her all over again, until she turned to molten passion in his arms, and they would go to bed. Eyes closed, body warm, she would give way to the passions that rocked her. He guessed that love had lain dormant in her for too long. She could not resist the fire boiling in her any more than a volcano can keep the pressures inside tightly bottled.
Between sessions, when they lay close, they would talk. She would talk about Italy, or her childhood, or abstract subjects, but never about Larry or her r
