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 Emma stretched slowly and deliciously on the bench beside him. Her crook’d arms made brackets above her head, while her palms nearly touched the fluttering rag ceiling of the dark blue car. Her eyes were half-closed and her lips widened in a shuddering sense of satisfaction. The air around them throbbed in rhythm with the music beat. Her coat fell open, revealing a blue shirt budding with promise.
He felt entirely right, having her at his side like this. “Let’s play Teeny and the Boppers,” he suggested.
“Good Good Good GOOOOOOD Vahbrahtions!” the radio crackled.
The voice of a disk-jockey burbled in a sort of French-British-Nashville faux accent: “In case you haven’t guessed it, tonight’s California night and we have for you the Beach Boys and surfers in a solid hour of oldies but goodies not so moldy and pretty darn goldy and if you’re told you’re old just grab a hold, be bold, hang ten and you’ll be sold…”
“I’ll fold,” Emma said with a laugh, sliding back on her bench as if offering herself up.
“Anything but cold,” he said. “I’ll protect you.”
“Oh thank you.” She laughed, as if many men said that to her, and she ridiculed them all. But she reached over and very precisely, affectionately touched her index fingertip to his lips: the fingertip kiss, une baise à doigt.
Then she sat sensibly upright, combing out her long hair with long, thin fingers while she rested and watched the crowd all around.
“Are you having a nice time?”
“Oh, ever so much.” She put her purse on the table as a white-aproned, dark-haired young waitress arrived, shoving a tight, skinny butt in among the men to get her business accomplished. The waitress slapped a round tray on the table and yanked out a notepad and pen. “Madame et monsieur?”
Marc realized that, with Emma at his side, so understated and elegant, he was suddenly for real monsieur, not just and what do you want.
They ordered the San Francisco Special, which was a hamburger, Frisco Fries, onion rings, and a light salad with avocado. To drink they ordered Stella Artois, the Belgian beer.
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