She lay her blonde head on the pillow. “What of it? Anyway, wool won’t give you ideas.” She yawned and blinked her eyes. “I’m tired,” she said. “Looking after a guy like you is hard work.”
Fenner said gently. “Sure. You sleep. Maybe you’d like me to sing to you?”
Curly said “Nuts,” drowsily, and fell asleep.
Fenner lay still in the darkness, listening to her deep breathing, and tried to think. He still felt dazed and his mind kept wandering. After a while he, too, went to sleep.
The morning light woke him. He opened his eyes and looked round the room, conscious that his head was clear and his body no longer ached. Although he was a little stiff as he moved in the bed, he felt quite well.
Curly sat up slowly in bed and blinked round. She said, “Hello, how you makin’ out?”
Fenner grinned at her. It was a twisted grin, but it reached his eyes all right. He put out an arm and touched her. “You’ve been a good pal to me,” he said. “What made you do it, baby?”
She turned on her side. “Don’t worry your brains about that,” she said. “I told you first time I met you, I thought you were nice.”
Fenner put his arm round her waist. She closed her eyes and lifted her face. Fenner kissed her.
Fenner said, “I guess I’m not quite normal. I oughtn’t to be doing this.”