Michael Malone - Weebly

tennis, or take a drive around, nor could she easily
tolerate the fact that he continued to grin like a cat at a
mouse no matter how many offers she declined. Kept
grinning as he held open the door of the Rolls-Royce
for her. She ought to ask herself, she thought, why she
disliked Lance Abernathy and yet liked William
Bredforet, who was, if anything, more incorrigible,
smug, sexist, a parasite of capitalism, and no doubt a
racist as well. Was it only that the old man's lechery no
longer held any sexual threat, or was it just the
perversity of human attraction? She was, after all, also
enjoying sitting alone in the back of a limousine . She,
Dr. Ruth Deeds, political radical, social reformer,
militant feminist.
Something a lover had once said came suddenly
back. She'd told him it was selfish of them to make love
while the world was a mess, and he'd said, "Honey, you
think the revolution's going to get here that much
quicker because you won't take the time out to come?"
Well, he'd been a sexist pig too and had cost her an
A in microbiology. Dr. Deeds smiled at herself and
tapped on the glass, and the chauffeur, nodding, drove