Michael Malone - Weebly

they advanced on Berlin. Even rumors about some few
Americans, no doubt true. But he had honestly known
no one. There had been brothels at shore leave, of
course. He himself had gone only once; it was not
worth it to him. But clearly it had been to many other
men. Could he rape? He honestly did not think it
possible. Had he ever once in his life imagined raping?
But surely that sole fantasy did not inscribe him in his
heart of hearts a rapist, any more than a woman who
fantasized being raped secretly wished really to be
assaulted.
Of course, he had never asked Beanie if she
fantasized rape. He had never asked her if she feared
the possibility of actual rape. It just didn't seem likely;
she was so unafraid of anything physical, so much less
afraid than he. But how could he know? He had never
asked Beanie how she felt about much of anything, or
heard kindly her inquiries about his feelings, or cared to
hear about the intensity of hers. Yes, and he had missed
the births of his sons, and done too few dishes, and
shared in too few "real conversations," and no doubt
did wish the sexes separate in soul as well as body, did