“I want you to take me inside, and then take the cap off.” She raised her hands over her head and stretched. She hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on, and I could see her breasts lift under her blouse. Her nipples made tiny shadows, like punctuation marks, against the cloth in the late light.
She said, “I don’t want to relive the past today. Today I only want to fizz.”
An hour later I saw she was drowsing. I kissed her first on the forehead and then on the nose to wake her up. “I have to go. If only to get my car out of your driveway before your neighbors start to call their friends.”
“I suppose so. It’s the Sanfords next door, and Lila Sanford is this month’s student librarian.”
And I was pretty sure that Lila’s father was on the schoolboard, but I didn’t say so. Sadie was glowing, and there was no need to spoil that. For all the Sanfords knew, we were sitting on the couch with our knees together, waiting for Dennis the Menace to finish and Ed Sullivan’s rilly big shew to come on. If my car was still in Sadie’s driveway at eleven, their perceptions might change.
She watched me dress. “What happens now, George? With us?”
“I want to be with you if you want to be with me. Is that what you want?”
She sat up, the sheet puddled around her waist, and reached for her cigarettes. “Very much. But I’m married, and that won’t change until next summer in Reno. If I tried for an annulment, Johnny would fight me. Hell, his parents would fight me.”
“If we’re discreet, everything will be fine. But we have to be discreet. You know that, right?”
She laughed and lit up. “Oh yes. I know that.”
“Sadie, have you had discipline problems in the library?”
“Huh? Some, sure. The usual.” She shrugged; her breasts bobbed; I wished I hadn’t dressed quite so fast. On the other hand, who was I kidding? James Bond might’ve been up for a third go-round, but Jake/George was tapped out. “I’m the new girl in school. They’re testing me. It’s a pain in the keister, but nothing I didn’t expect. Why?”
“I think your problems are about to vanish. Students love it when teachers fall in love. Even the boys. It’s like a TV show to them.”
“Will they know that we’ve…”
I thought about it. “Some of the girls will. The ones with experience.”
She huffed out smoke. “Great.” But she didn’t look entirely displeased.
“How about dinner out at The Saddle in Round Hill? Get people used to seeing us as a couple.”
“All right. Tomorrow?”
“No, I have something to do in Dallas tomorrow.”
“Research for your book?”
“Uh-huh.” Here we were, brand-new, and I was lying already. I didn’t like it, but saw no way around it. As for the future… I refused to think about that now. I had my own glow to protect. “Tuesday?”
“Yes. And George?”
“What?”
“We have to find a way to keep doing this.”
I smiled. “Love will find a way.”
“I think this part is more lust.”
“It’s both, maybe.”
“You’re a sweet man, George Amberson.”
Christ, even the name was a lie.
“I’ll tell you about Johnny and me. When I can. And if you want to hear.”
“I want to.” I thought I had to. If this was going to work, I had to understand. About her. About him. About the broom. “When you’re ready.”
“As our esteemed principal likes to say, ‘Students, this will be challenging but worthwhile.’”
I laughed.
She butted out her cigarette. “One thing I wonder about. Would Miz Mimi approve of us?”
“I’m pretty sure she would.”
“I think so, too. Drive home safe, my dear. And you better take those.” She was pointing at the paper bag from the Kileen Pharmacy. It was sitting on top of her dresser. “If I had the kind of nosy company who checks the medicine cabinet after they tee-tee, I’d have some explaining to do.”
“Good idea.”
“But keep them handy, honey.”
And she winked.
On the way home, I found myself thinking about those rubbers. Trojan brand… and ribbed for her pleasure, according to the box. The lady didn’t have a diaphragm any longer (although I guessed she might arrange for one on her next trip to Dallas), and birth control pills wouldn’t be widely available for another year or two. Even then, doctors would be wary about prescribing them, if I remembered my Modern Sociology course correctly. So for now it was Trojans. I wore them not for her pleasure but so she wouldn’t have a baby. Which was amusing when you considered that I wouldn’t be a baby myself for another fifteen years.
Thinking about the future is confusing in all sorts of ways.
The following evening I revisited Silent Mike’s establishment. The sign in the door was turned to CLOSED and the place looked empty, but when I knocked, my electronics buddy let me in.
“Right on time, Mr. Doe, right on time,” he said. “Let’s see what you think. Me, I think I outdid myself.”
