“What are you thinking?” he asked and she saw that he’d been watching her.
“Nothing, Bob. I don’t think all the time, you know. I was only feeling.”
“Feeling what?”
She smiled. “Feeling all the world.”
“I think I felt that, too ... to live in a big way....”
“Yes, I know.” She sighed. “You have to break all your little patterns. You have to expand now.”
But there was resistance to this. “I don’t see why you can’t have everything and still have that, too.”
“No, everything must be the richest and the fullest. Have you that?”
He stretched, the muscles moving under white skin. “Maybe it is; I don’t know.” He took her then and they fell back together onto the bed. For several minutes they were together and then he rolled over on his side. She opened her eyes.
“What’s the matter, Bob?” she asked.