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though. They spent a great deal of time together. They
went to movies and out to eat and to reminisce about
the sixties while listening to folk-rock records.
They analyzed the seventies and each other. But
Kate had told Sidney so often, "Stop trying to make me
and let's be friends; that's much harder," that finally—
though it was much harder—he had stopped. She
explained that she wouldn't sleep with him because she
knew he wanted to marry her, and she couldn't afford
to get involved with such a man. He was finally pressed
to pretend to casual lust, only to be told, "You must
think I'm really dumb if you expect me to fall for that."
Sometimes he worried that she went out with him only
to threaten her parents with the possibility that she
would marry him, for he knew he was not, in their view,
a suitable suitor for Kate.
So, today, when miraculously she had walked
behind the library counter and leaned over his back as
he filed the late cards, when she had pressed her
unbra'd breasts into his shirt, Sidney had lost his head.
So lost it that he did exactly what for years he had
dreamed of doing, and feared she would reject him for