“Tomorrow night, if I come back, there’ll be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death.”
“It’s a date.”
We got married at the City Hall, and then we went to the beach. She looked so pretty I just wanted to play in the sand with her, but she had this little smile on her face, and after a while she got up and went down to the surf.
“I’m going out.”
She went ahead, and I swam after her. She kept on going, and went a lot further out than she had before. Then she stopped, and I caught up with her. She swung up beside me, and took hold of my hand, and we looked at each other. She knew, then, that the devil was gone, that I loved her.
“Did I ever tell you why I like my feet to the swells?”
“No.”
“It’s so they’ll lift them.”
A big one raised us up, and she put her hand to her breasts, to show how it lifted them. “I love it. Are they big, Frank?”
“I’ll tell you tonight.”