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HALF-LOVING
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"You won't commit yourself. You can't," she told her lover, Stevie.
"Not true-- Not at all," said Stevie.
"Well, will you or won't you take me to dinner tomorrow night?"
He delayed. "Tomorrow night, huh?" In moments, he presented a rambling discussion concerning tomorrow night and all the other tugging obligations in his life.
She pouted, and in the dark he confessed his fear of being counted on to be there in the future -- anybody's future; coupled to his private terror of being free and having no place to go.
Idly, she caressed him. "You're invisible," she stated into the dim.
He made love to her with his eyes closed. Straining to think of her or nothing, or both. When he finished he rose and stepping backwards lost his balance in the air. He flailed his arms, smiling embarrassingly as he went over.
She just looked at him, curious as to why his absent expression was now missing, replaced by a foolish something.
He went through a wall. A flimsy, new-type wall and disappeared.
"Stevie?" She called complacently and when he wouldn't or couldn't answer, existing in another dimension, or not at all, she lay back on her pillow and stared despondently at the impenetrable ceiling. Tomorrow night she would have to go shopping.
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