Sometimes we listened to records in the lounge, sometimes I road pootry to hor by candlelight. Sometimes she rubbed my back, "This will help you to relax." My whole body ached with wanting her hands to smooth over the boundaries sot by back-rubbing.

April came. Warm, love-April. And, with it, came my vacation from the telephone company.

The bittersweet hours of those two weeks-studying together at a deserted part of the stone quarry, sunbathing on the dorm roof, eating in a tiny restaurant in town. We talked about our families, school, our dreamswe talked about everything except the two of us together. Sometimes we didn't talk at all. Sometimes wo hold hands without talking. And these times wore the best, and the worst, of all.

For the first time I began to see Chris in relation to other people. She was the most popular girl in the dorm, had already been chosen next year's president, and stood a good chance of being eleated to an office of the allcollege council. Her mannars were impeccable, her clothes superb. Sometimes I was jealous of the other people. They took time and attention I wanted for myself.

The night of the junior prom we were given special late hours. I wasn't going. I had almost stopped dating ontirely. I supposed that Chris was goingit was one of the biggest events of the year. I hadn't been able to ask her if she wero, just as I couldn't bear talking to her about any of the boys she dated.

She was waiting in my room when I got back from class. "This is the last weekend of your vacation, isn't it, Jenny?"

"ŋjh-huh. It's going to be very hard to go back to work."

"We ought to have one last fling, don't you think?"

I could hardly trust myself to answer. "Like what?"

"All the things you like. Dinner downtown. Daiquiris. Rare steak, you cannibal. Cointreau, And there's sup-

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