"Yes, all right... we'll finally have that cup of coffee. Where's the pot?"
"I don't want coffee. I need a drink." He turned on the small light over the sink, went to the cupboard, and took his bottle of Scotch down. "Want one?"
"No, and neither do you."
"Right." He put the bottle back. "You make me nervous."
"You're nervous? I can hear my heart beating, and my knees are shaking."
"Me, too. Do you want to sit?"
"No."
"Well... look, I know the risk you took coming here..."
"I took two risks, Keith. One, that I wasn't followed, the other, that I wouldn't get my heart broken. No, I'm sorry, I can't put that on you."
"Don't be sorry. I'm glad you came. I'm more than glad. Look, I wrote that letter..."
"Don't explain. I understand. Really."
They stood looking at each other across the kitchen, then Keith said, "This is not the way I pictured this."
"How did you picture it?"
He hesitated, then walked to her and took her in his arms. "Like this."
They embraced and kissed, and he remembered exactly how she felt in his arms, how she smelled, how she tasted, and how her mouth and body moved against his.
She pulled away, then buried her face in his shoulder. She was crying, he realized, her body trembled, then shook convulsively. She couldn't stop crying, and he didn't know what to do, but he held her close against him.
Finally, she backed away and pulled a tissue out of her jeans, wiped her eyes and blew her nose, then laughed. "Oh, God... look at me... I knew this would happen... don't laugh at me."
"I'm not laughing." He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped her cheeks. "My God, you're beautiful."
"Sure. My nose is running." She wiped her nose, then looked up at him. "Well..." She cleared her throat. "Well, Mr. Landry, I enjoyed seeing you again. Will you walk me to my car?"
"Don't leave."
"I have to."
"Will he call your aunt's house after the meeting?"
"Yes."
"What will she say?"
"That I'm on the way home. I told Cliff my car phone wasn't working, so he can't call me. My aunt will call here."
"She knows where you are?"
"Yes. Please answer it and tell her I'm on the way home."
"Why don't we just wait for her phone call?"
"Because I want to leave now."
"Why?"
"Because... I mean, we can talk another time... we have to talk, but I don't want anything to happen tonight."
He smiled. "That's exactly what you said to me when you were sixteen, the night we lost our virginity."
"Well, this time I mean it." She laughed. "God help me, I can't keep my hands off you."
They embraced again and kissed. She put her cheek on his chest and said, "Just hold me."
He held her and ran his fingers through her hair.
Her face still against his chest, she said, "I was going to go up into your bedroom and really surprise you."
He didn't reply.
"Then I thought to myself, what if he brings someone home? What if he has someone up there?"
"No. No one up there, and no one since I came back."
"Not for lack of admirers, from what I hear."
"Well, I don't hear anything, and I'm minding my own business."
"Good." She added, "You don't have to... I mean, it's all right if you... this is silly, you know, because it's none of my business..."
"Annie, there's only you."
She hugged him tighter, then stood on her toes and began kissing him on the cheeks, on the lips, on his forehead and neck. She said, "I guess I'm not good at hiding my feelings. I should be a little less obvious. How should I play this, Keith?"
"Let's try honesty this time."
"Okay. I love you. I've always loved you."
"I love you and always have. That's why I came back. I can't get you out of my mind."
"I curse the day I let you go."
"You didn't. I left. I should have asked you to marry me." He looked at her. "What would you have said?"
"I'd have said no."
"Why?"
"Because you wanted to go. You were bored, Keith. You watched your friends go off to war, you were obsessed with the war news on TV. I saw that. And you wanted other women."
"No."
"Keith."
"Well... wanting and doing are two different things."
"I know, and you would never have cheated on me, and you'd resent a life without some sexual adventure. God, Keith, everyone else was doing it with everyone else, except us."
He tried to make a joke and said, "I'm not too sure about you."
She smiled, then said, "Can I be honest? I wanted to try other men. We both wanted to experiment, but we couldn't because we had an understanding, a commitment. We were two country kids, crazy in love, having sex and feeling guilty about it, but wanting other people and feeling even more guilty about that. I mean, in some ways, we were more than married."
"I think you're right." He smiled. "So you wanted other men?"
"Sometimes. Am I blushing?"
"A little." He thought a moment, then asked, "What should we have done?"
"We didn't have to do anything. The world did it for us. To us."
"I suppose. But why didn't we get together again?"
"You couldn't accept the other men."
"No, I couldn't. And you?"
"Women are different. I just wanted you to get it out of your system."
"Well, I have."
"Me, too." She added, "I've never had an affair."
"I don't care if you have. You deserved one."
"No, listen to me. I'm hopelessly old-fashioned. But in your case, Mr. Landry, I'll make an exception."
"Well... I'd like nothing more right now. But... we have to understand the consequences if we..."
"Keith, I don't give a damn about the consequences. We've cleared up the past, and that's all we had to do. Make love to me now, and the hell with the future."
He took her arm and led her toward the stairs, his heart pounding, afraid the phone would ring, afraid it wouldn't.
He didn't even remember how he got into the bedroom, but there they were with the lamp on. She looked nervous, he thought, and he said, "Do you want a drink?"
"No, I want to do this with a clear head." She looked around the room. "We did it here once when your family was out visiting."
"Right. I pretended I was sick and stayed home."
She didn't seem to hear him and kept looking around, then looked into one of the wardrobes, which he noticed was open. He could see, and she could see, the hanging holster, the bulletproof vest, the sword, the uniforms, and the M-16 rifle. She turned to him but made no remark, except, "I see you know how to keep a room tidy."
"I'm a tidy bachelor."
They stood awkwardly, facing each other, and they seemed to have run out of small talk. She pulled her turtleneck out of her jeans and said, "Well, I'll break the ice." She pulled the sweater over her head and threw it aside, then unhooked her bra, slipped it off, and let it drop to the floor. "Okay?" She held out her hands, and he took them. She put his hands on her breasts, and he caressed them, feeling her nipples harden.
She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, then ran her hands over his chest. "You feel the same, Keith."
"You, too."
She pressed her breasts against his chest, and they kissed while she slipped his shirt off. Still kissing, she undid her jeans and pulled them with her panties down to her thighs. She directed his hand between her legs, and he felt her pubic hair, then her vagina, which was moist.
She moved back and sat on the bed, pulling off her shoes, socks, jeans, and panties. Completely naked now, she looked at him and smiled. "Is this really happening?"
"My God, Annie, you are beautiful."
She suddenly stood and threw her arms around him. "I love you."
He picked her up and carried her back to the bed, laying her on the quilt with her legs over the foot of the bed, then he bent over her and kissed her breasts, her stomach, then he knelt and ran his tongue down to the soft inside of her thigh, and she spread her legs so he could kiss her between her legs. She arched her back, and he put his hands under her buttocks and pushed his face deeper between her legs.