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  She walked dazedly into the living room, still holding the letter, and stared around through her tears. She thought of Beebo and the warm, slightly worn rooms she lived in and the wornout love she had left. And she thought of Jack. There had been none of his usual piercing sarcasm in the note. Nothing but genuineness, nothing but love.

  After a long moment Laura pulled herself together. She sank down on the sofa by the table and picked up the mail. She felt weak, and she shuffled listlessly through the pile of bills and ads and notes and papers. Near the end she almost passed up one with Dr. Belden's name in the return address spot His name registered suddenly in her mind, and she tore his letter open with hands newly sprung to life. She read only the first half of the first sentence:

  "Dear Miss Mann. I am delighted to inform you that next November, if all goes well, you and Mr. Mann will be parents, and...” She fainted.

  When Laura awoke she was lying on the couch with her head back and her mouth open and uncomfortably dry. Carefully she lifted her head on a stiff neck, turning it gingerly, and sat up straight. On the floor at her feet was the doctor's letter. She picked it up and found her hands shaking so that she had to grab at it three times before she caught it between her fingers.

  For some moments she sat there, her cornflower eyes enormous with shock. Finally she whispered, “I'm going to have a child. Me.” A first hysterical thought of abortion flew through her mind, but she dismissed it almost before it formed.

  I'm going to be a woman. I have eight months to get ready and I've got to be ready when it comes. I've got to love it and take care of it."

  Cautiously she stood up, and unsteadily walked toward the bedroom, one hand warm across her stomach. “Now that I know, it's not so bad,” she said, speaking aloud as if to reassure herself. “I don't resent it so much any more. Strange ... I'm not afraid of it. I don't know why, exactly. Yes, I guess I do ... It's Jack's. It's a part of him. It's a way to make it up to him for what I've done."

  She reached her bed and raised her eyes to the windows and the darkness and sparkle of the city outside. It looked very beautiful Jack was out there somewhere. He had to be; he couldn't have gone away, not this soon. His note sounded too much as if he were going to look for her, as if he knew he and Terry couldn't last, and he would have to search her out and make her try again.

  Laura swept some pajamas and shoes off her bed and sat down with a curious feeling of elation and exhaustion. She stretched out, still fully dressed, and gazed at the ceiling.

  I'll find him, she thought. Terry was staying at the Bell Towers. I heard him say so. Somebody'll know where they are. She felt very tired and she was surprised to find that she was crying again. There seemed to be no reason for it, except that she was having a baby. And it belonged to Jack too, and that made her smile through the tears.

  A little later, when she dimly realized she was falling asleep, she thought of Beebo, and the thought twisted in her heart like a pain and almost brought her awake again. But it was over for Beebo now. Her life lay in another direction. Laura had to save Jack, and somehow, in the saving of him, would come her own life and strength. She knew it now, and it gave her the first peace she had known in all the years since she had first realized that she was a Lesbian.

  Only the lightest rustle of air awakened her. She opened her eyes. It was still deep night; the room was dark except for the small bedlamp she had switched on when she lay down. And yet she was wide awake, and she knew he was there. Laura turned and saw him standing in the doorway to the bedroom, disheveled, his hands in his pockets, his round horn rims sliding down his nose. She came up suddenly on her elbow, so fast that her head swam a little.

  They looked at each other in silence for a minute; first startled, then embarrassed.

  "Jack?” Laura said timidly, the way she had whispered it to the empty rooms earlier in the evening. And again her own voice awed her into silence.

  He straightened and walked slowly toward her bed. At the foot, he stopped, his hands still in his pockets, his tie loosened, his shirt a little gray. His face was serious and tense, as if he were quite ready to believe she was a mirage.

  At last he spoke to her softly. “I've been coming back every night. I was hoping ... I thought you might...” He stopped, shutting his eyes for a minute as if to search for composure.

  Laura sprang up to her knees on the bed and put her arms around him. “I'm here,” she cried. “I'm home, I love you, I won't leave again, Jack."

  But he loosened her arms gently. “I don't believe you,” he said. “I'm afraid to."

  "Believe me,” she exclaimed passionately. “Jack darling, please believe me."

  "We were going to leave for San Francisco Thursday,” he said, still slightly incredulous. ‘Terry and I. I promised him, if you didn't come back."

  "When did he ever keep a promise to you?"

  "I love him, Laura,” he reminded her.

  That stopped her for a minute. She bowed her head and cast about desperately for something to say, something to convince him forevermore, as she herself was now convinced, that it was their only hope to make this marriage work.

  "Jack, I'd have gone anywhere in the world to find you,” she said, unable to look at him while she talked for fear the sight of his face would make her cry again. “I've had to hurt so many people—too many—to learn my lessons. And I was hurt as badly as the others. I've made mistakes, ugly ones, and I've been selfish and silly. But I've been trying, I have, Jack! And I've been learning. I—I—love you.” She looked up at him now and for the very first time, in all their long acquaintance, she felt a pleasant flush in her cheeks at the sight of him. Him ... a man. She felt flustered suddenly, unable to go on speaking.

  Jack saw it too after a moment, disbelieving it at first and then accepting it slowly, with wonderment. “Laura,” he said. “Do you still believe we're just a couple of scared kids? Do you still believe we're running away from the world by marrying each other? Do you think we're going to spend our whole lives running after a love that doesn't exist?"

  "No,” she whispered.

  "You're still my wife,” he said softly, and put his arms around her now, at last, and made her tingle with awkward new feelings and unbearable tenderness. “Do you want to live with me again? As my wife?"

  "Yes, Jack.” It wasn't the passionate unreasoning yes she had flung at Beebo in desperation two weeks ago. It was quiet and intensely felt. It was a recognised necessity, but a beautiful one.

  "For how long?” he asked skeptically.

  "I'm your wife,” she repeated gently to him. “I'll stay with you now.” There was a new sound, a new tone in her voice that caught in his heart As for Laura she was once more bewildered by an unexpected tide of emotion that made it impossible for her to look at him. “Say yes, Jack,” she whispered. “Say it's all right. Please, before I start crying again."

  He took her head in his hands and kissed her forehead and said, “It's all right. It's all right honey,” and suddenly they clung hard to each other and Laura began to sob with relief and joy. She could hardly articulate, trying to spill her lovely secret to him. “Jack, Jack, it worked. We're going to have a baby! Darling, we're going to have a baby!"

  She felt his arms tighten till she lost her breath and when she looked up at him this time, with her face blotched and her eyes red and her lips curved into a smile, he found himself crying happily with her.

  When he could talk, he murmured into her neck, “I saw the letter in the box. It came two days after you left. The damn thing terrified me. I swear, Laura, I couldn't open it, I couldn't even touch it. I wouldn't even look at the damn mailbox. I was hoping so much it would be true—and so damn afraid if it was you wouldn't come back. That I'd lost you and you might have to have it alone and you wouldn't want it or love it—"

  "Oh, stop,” she begged. “Jack, darling, stop."

  And they fell back on the bed together, crying and laughing and touching each other's faces.

  "My
God!” Jack exclaimed suddenly, aware of his weight on her. “Did I hurt you? You ought to take it easy, honey.” But she chuckled at him.

  "If you knew what this poor baby has been through already you wouldn't have a single qualm about it,” she said, smiling.

  He stroked her face with such an expression of love that she had to shut her eyes again. “I love you, Jack. I keep telling you that. I don't know why, it just seems like I have to. Like I really believe it myself now, for the first time. I love you."

  And he kissed her mouth then. It had never happened before but it was right and wonderful.

  They lay in each other's arms and talked and made plans. They talked about Beebo and Terry, about themselves, about their baby, about life and how good it was when you were brave enough to face it.

  Laura was afraid of Terry still. “Where is he?” she asked.

  "God only knows,” Jack shrugged. “I left him in his room at the Towers. I've been doing this every night since you left. No drinking, no cruising, until I've checked the apartment to make sure you haven't come back. I just told him, ‘If I don't make it back some night you'll know she came home. Don't wait for me.’ I don't suppose he waited very long, either. He's not the type.” He looked down at her, his face serious again and frowning. “What about Beebo?” he said.

  "It's over. She knew it long ago. I finally realised it, too.” She raised her eyes to his. “I'm not in love with her now. Maybe I never was. But I respect her and admire her. She's amazing. And much stronger than I ever gave her credit for. I wish to God I could change some things—"

  "Don't play that game, darling,” he said quickly. “That's the surest way to break your heart and lose your mind. Save; yourself for now. And for later. Save yourself for me and the baby.” He leaned down and kissed her again and, silent and amazed at herself, she returned his kiss with warmth.

  "Besides,” he added, whispering into her ear, “Somebody's got to clean up the apartment."

  "I'll take the living room. You can have the kitchen,” she offered.

  "Thanks.” He grinned and pulled her close in his arms, and she didn't resist him; just nestled against his warm body and relaxed in the circle of his strength, a real strength, a man's strength. It felt very good to her.

  "After all, we aren't expecting any visitors today, are we?” he said sleepily into her long light hair.

  "Not a soul,” she murmured. She wondered, in that violet twilight before sleep, how long it would take her to get used to this closeness with him. She was so comfortable ... more comfortable, it seemed, and more safe than she had ever been.

  And they fell asleep together with the sigh of relief and hope that only the lost, who have found themselves, can feel.