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. Steve called out, ' 'Bye, kids!' and his truck moved forward. As it picked up speed he tooted his horn twice.
Margrethe said, 'Alec, you are angry with me.'
'No. Surprised, yes. Even shocked. Disappointed. Saddened.'
'Don't sniff at me!'
'Eh?'
'Steve drove us two hundred and fifty miles and bought us a fine dinner and didn't laugh when we told him a preposterous story. And now you get hoity-toity and holier-than-thou because I kissed him hard enough to show that I appreciated what he had done for me and my husband. I won't stand for it, do you hear?'
'I just meant that -'
'Stop it! I won't listen to explanations. Because you're wrong! And now I am angry and I shall stay angry until you realize you are wrong. So think it over!' She turned and started walking rapidly toward the intersection of 66 with 89.
I hurried to catch up. 'Margrethe!'
She did not answer and increased her pace.
'Margrethe!' Eyes straight ahead -
'Margrethe darling! I was wrong. I'm sorry, I apologize.
'She stopped abruptly, turned and threw her arms around my neck, started to cry. 'Oh, Alec, I love you so and you're such a fub!'
I did not answer at once as my mouth was busy. At last I said, 'I love you, too, and what is a fub?'
'You are.'
'Well - In that case I'm your fub and you're stuck with me. Don't walk away from me again.'
'I won't. Not ever.' We resumed what we had been doing.
After a while I pulled my face back just far enough to whisper: 'We don't have a bed to our name and I've never wanted one more
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