Morning Glory

Lizzy, Will thought. Lizzy P. 'You n me gonna be buddies, darlin'. He stretched one hand to Elly's hair, and circled Donald Wade's rump with his free arm and touched Thomas's leg, on the far side of Elly. And he smiled at Lizzy P. and thought, Heaven's got nothin' on being the husband of Eleanor Dinsmore.

Touch me, he thought, my arm, my hand, a finger. Let me know it's all right for me to have these feelings for you.

Could you say it once," he entreated, "like they say people do?" Her heart beat like the wings of an eagle, taking her soaring as she spoke the words. "I love you, Will Parker." The sting hit his eyelids and he hung his head because nobody had prepared him for this, nobody had said, When it happens you'll be resurrected. All that you were you will not be. All that you weren't, you are. He lunged against her, burying his face above her breasts, holding fast. "Oh, God..." he groaned. "Oh, God.

Will asked Miss Beasley what kind of man Glendon Dinsmore had been and she answered, as different from you as air is from earth. He asked which he was, air or earth? She laughed and said, "That's what I like about you—you really don't know.

¿Podrías decirlo una vez? —suplicó—. Como dicen que hace la gente. El corazón de Eleanor latió con la fuerza de las alas de un águila y la elevó a lo más alto mientras se lo decía: —Te amo, Will Parker. Will sintió una punzada de dolor y bajó la cabeza porque nadie le había preparado para eso, nadie le había dicho: «Cuando ocurra, resucitarás. Dejarás de ser lo que fuiste. Serás lo que no eras.» Se precipitó hacia ella y hundió la cara en su pecho. —Oh, Dios mío… —gimió, abrazado con fuerza a ella—. Oh, Dios mío. Elly le sujetó la cabeza como si fuera un niño que se despertaba de una pesadilla. —Te amo —le susurró en el pelo con lágrimas en los ojos. —Oh, Elly, yo también te amo —dijo con la voz entrecortada—, pero tenía tanto miedo de que nadie pudiera amarme. Creía que tal vez era imposible que alguien lo hiciera.

Will fired the shoes like two orange grenades into the alley, pushed her outside and offered in parting, "If you're in heat, Lula, go yowl beneath somebody else's window!

Happy people got something to fight for.

—Dímelo otra vez —pidió, insaciable. —¿Qué? —lo provocó. —Ya sabes qué. Dímelo. —Te amo. —Otra vez. Tengo que oírlo una vez más. —Te amo. —¿No te cansarás nunca de que te pida que me lo digas? —No tendrás que pedírmelo. —Ni tú a mí. Te amo.

Cerró los ojos y dejó que Eleanor siguiera. Aunque viviera mil años, no se cansaría nunca de que le tocara el pelo.

You all right? his eyes asked. I'm all right, hers answered.

At night in bed, they talked. He, of the bees. She of the birds. Never of the birds and bees.