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. And most of the private homes here have
a pool of some sort. So swim. You can't walk all the time; your right foot has
no calluses whatever, so don't rush it. And don't wear shoes until that foot
learns how to be a foot." He grinned at me. "All right?"
"Yes indeed!" He patted my shoulder, then leaned down and kissed me.
Just when I was beginning to like the klutz! I didn't have time to dodge
it.
I felt extremely annoyed and tried not to show it. From what Hazel and
others had said, this too-pretty pansy boy had saved my life... again and again.
I was in no position to resent a Berkeley buss from him.
Damn it!
He did not seem to notice my reluctance. He squeezed my shoulder, said,
"You'll do all right. Minerva, take him swimming. Or Hazel. Somebody." And he
was gone.
So the ladies helped me to get up out of bed and Hazel took me swimming.
Hazel kissed Minerva good-bye, and I suddenly realized that Minerva was
expecting the same treatment from me. I made a tentative move in that direction;
it was met by full cooperation.
Kissing Minerva beats the hell out of kissing a man, no matter how pretty
he is. Before I let her go I thanked her for all she had done for me.
She answered soberly, "It is happiness to me."
We left then, me walking carefully and leaning on my cane. My new foot
tingled. Once outside my room-that wall just winks out as you walk toward
it-Hazel said to me, "Darling, I'm pleased that you kissed Minerva without my
having to coach you
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