The general helped them into the car.
She snuggled over against Walt. She didn't want to think at all. She dreaded the next few days. She wished they were over.
She pulled Walt's head down and kissed his swollen lips. He tried to draw back in surprise. She held on. The car began to move. He resisted and then relaxed and then cooperated. She was deliriously in love with him.
Drifting to sleep she thought: After next week, we'll be able to get away and go home. We'll settle down right away. We'll buy the Castle Place; he can fix it up and work around the yard in the evenings, and I'll put pink and white curtains in the kitchen. And there's Beck's Hardware Store. I'll have to see about making the down payment on it the first day we get back.
There will be Saturday teas. Walt will look stunningly handsome in a double breasted suit in Church on Sunday....
... movies twice a week ... dancing once a month.... I'll let him go moose hunting in Canada every single year if he wants to.
She snuggled closer.
He's so innocent, she thought. He'll have to be educated (not so much as the other mutants, because he's already learned a little): but not more than it is good a husband should be.
My, she thought, feeling his arms around her. My, he has strong muscles.
But he won't be any trouble. He'll handle like a lamb. I can manage him.