"I'm glad you didn't."
She looked at him, helpless again. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," Oliver said. "I have the want, too."
Suzanne smiled for the first time. "If you've got it like I do, one of us is going to have to leave the state."
"Maybe there's some other way," he said. "Tell me how much you love disco."
"I hate disco," she said apologetically. "I like old time country music. And jazz. Coltrane."
"Oh swell," Oliver said. "Have you ever been to the Cafe No, in
Portland?" Suzanne shook her head. "Terrific place to hear live jazz."
He stopped, frustrated.
"I'll leave if you want me to," she said. "I ought to be able to get a job somewhere else."
"Don't do that." He didn't know what else to say. "Don't do that."
"Maybe if we didn't talk," she said. "Only just about work."