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blow up in both of our faces. You must know this,
Heather. Sister Heather. The only right thing to do, considering how I feel,
is to either marry you—or leave you the hell alone.” A crow cronked
and cronked fifty metres away, seeming to laugh at them.
    It was for her own good, as well as
his own good. He hoped she understood. Trucks moaned up the hill,
heading for the bigger cities far to the south.
    “ So you’re
saying…”
    “ I’m begging you to think
about it. Please, Heather.”
    There was a long silence as they
looked into each other’s eyes and wondered what was going to happen
next.
    Braden went on with
finality.
    “ Otherwise, I’m offering
to make mad, passionate love to you, all night long if you want.
One last time. We can take you back shortly before dawn at the
latest.”
    He put the chalk back on the ledge.
There was a certain inexorable logic in it. She had to give him
that much.
    The pair clung tightly, unable to
speak or look at each other, and then Heather pulled him out of
there and they made their way back in the wan light of late
afternoon. Neither could think of a single thing to say and so they
didn’t say much at all.
     
    #
     
    Braden had errands to run and his
vehicle needed an oil change. He had a little household shopping to
do. They agreed it was an unnecessary risk for her to go with him,
as he would be in and out of the car, sitting in the waiting room
and such. Heather settled in on the couch. For what seemed like the
first time in her life, she had hours to kill, no responsibilities
and the TV to herself. The notion that Braden was giving her a
chance to run for it did cross her mind after a while.
    She set that thought aside with a kind
of contempt. One way or another, this had to be settled.
    She flipped through the channels, idly
watching one show after another and finding nothing that really
seemed relevant in her life. Women’s shows were only barely
tolerable to one so disconnected. Reluctant to think too much, she
eventually laid out flat on the couch and promptly fell
asleep.
    The sound of Braden coming in the door
and stomping snow off his boots woke her with a bang. She sat up,
blinking in the strong light of the open front door. The living
room curtains were still drawn, which seemed to be one of his
little idiosyncrasies.
    The glare would have ruined the view
of the TV. That had to be it. She knew so little of normal people,
normal life. Braden had a TV in his room and one in the basement.
Braden would have a stereo in the garage.
    “ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
to wake you.” Braden took off his coat and hung it up, then sat on
his home-made boot bench to remove the footwear.
    “ That’s all right. I
shouldn’t have slept so long anyway. Is it snowing out
there?”
    “ Yeah.” His cheerful face
turned her way as he stood.
    She looked at the clock in the
wedge-shaped curio cabinet, off in the far corner of the
room.
    “ Oh, my.” It was twenty to
five.
    She got up off the couch.
    “ I’ll put the coffee
on.”
    “ Thank you, honey.” Braden
came over and they hugged, almost diffidently.
    It was like they didn’t know where
they stood, which was true enough she supposed.
    He really did deserve some kind of an
answer.
    The only problem was that she had no
idea of what she was going to say. She had no idea of what was
going to come out of her mouth and so silence was
golden.
    They exchanged a kiss.
    “ I was thinking we could
order a big pizza from Mama Laguna’s, the number twenty-one.” This
had all been in Braden’s original plan.
    Why waste time cooking, when time was
so short to begin with?
    “ That sounds
good.”
    He nodded and gave her pat on the bum
upon release.
    Braden watched her ass carefully as
she went to the kitchen to deal with the coffee.
    There was definitely a seductive
wiggle in there. He wondered if she was aware of it or if it was
completely subconscious. Heather was all woman, and a woman is a
terrible thing to