Even in later years, when sexual desire began to play its part, I would find myself wondering, do I love this girl or do I really only like her because of the pleasure that for the time being we share? As I went back home, carrying the newspaper, I was pretty certain that I liked the Captain, but I wasn’t at all certain yet whether I liked Liza. Both of them were mysterious to me, but while I found the mystery of the Captain interesting, the mystery of Liza was like a disappointment; there was a sense of something lacking between us. I gave her the newspaper and the message, but she put the newspaper away in a drawer in the kitchen and I knew that she wasn’t going to read it so long as I remained there. ‘What’s on page two?’ I asked her boldly. ‘What do you mean page two?’ ‘The newspaper. He said you had to read page two.’ ‘Oh, it’s only one of his jokes,’ she said and she began to lay the table for our supper. That night I couldn’t sleep and when all was quiet I went down on tiptoe to the kitchen.
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