"I'm behind on the fashions," Tom said, curious. They were walking side by side now, the way she'd come and he'd been going. "How does that zipper work?"
"Magnetic. They're on all my clothes. Very simple." She parted her tunic to the waist, then let it zip together.
"Clever," Tom remarked with a gulp. There seemed no limits to this girl's naturalness.
"I see you're a button man," she said. "You actually believe it's possible for a man and woman to love just each other?"
His chuckle was bitter. He was thinking of Elinore Murphy at Tosker-Brown and a bit about cold-faced Miss Tosker herself. "I sometimes wonder if it's possible for anyone to love anyone."
"You haven't met the right girls," she said.
"Girl," he corrected.
She grinned at him. "You'll make me think you really are a monogamist. What group do you come from?"
"Let's not talk about that," he requested. He was willing to forego knowing how she'd guessed he was from an art group, if he could be spared talking about the Vacation Fellowships and those nervous little cabins.