“Donald, you’re crazy!”
I said, “You left me there in the auto camp. You went out and prowled around the place until you found the cabin you wanted. You knocked on the door. You went in and started to make a scene. Dover Fulton pulled his gun and took a shot at you. You…”
“Donald, you’re crazy! Absolutely stark crazy!”
“All right,” I said, “suppose you tell me.”
“All right, I will,” she said. “I’m going to tell you the truth. You’ll hate me for it. I don’t want you to hate me, Donald. I... I like you. I…”
“Yes, I know,” I said. “Another scene of well-modulated seduction. You have a sweet little body. It’s done a lot of work for you. It gets what you want as you go through life. You gave me a great come-on last night. Let’s try the truth tonight.”
I reached across the bare flesh, picked up the end of the robe. She sat motionless, waiting, not resisting. I pulled the robe back up and tucked it under the leg.
She laughed. “You can’t take it.”
“No,” I said.
“You’re a funny boy.”