She looked at him in the dim light, trying to remember what she’d felt the first time she saw him. “Kent, if we’d never met that afternoon in front of Cox-Rushing-Greer…or at the Roof Garden…if the war hadn’t happened…do you think we’d have been attracted to each other?” He grinned. “Not if we’d never met.” “It was a silly question.” “I think meeting each other was meant to be. You thought so, too, at least you used to.” “I think you were right that night when you said I’m still a little girl. My head’s still too full of dreams.” “Dreams are all right.” “Nobody’s perfect, Kent, not you, not me, not anybody.” “At least you know that.” “If I was really mature, what Claudia said wouldn’t have made any difference.” “I wish it hadn’t.” “I wish it, too. I’m trying, Kent. I want to grow up and look at things the right way.” “I don’t mind waiting.” He stretched his hand across the table. She touched it quickly, then pulled back. “Will you wait for me on the corner?” “I’ll wait for you forever, Velvet.”
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