The Love of a Good Woman

skin,” she said. “Osmosis.”
    He didn’t answer, but pulled her close then released her, holding her eyes.
    The sex Kath had with Kent was eager and strenuous, but at the same time reticent. They had not seduced each other but more or less stumbled into intimacy, or what they believed to be intimacy, and stayed there. If there is only to be the one partner in your life nothing has to be made special—it already is so. They had looked at each other naked, but at those times they had not except by chance looked into each other’s eyes.
    That was what Kath was doing now, all the time, with her unknown partner. They advanced and retreated and circled and dodged, putting on a show for each other, and looking intoeach other’s eyes. Their eyes declared that this show was nothing, nothing compared to the raw tussle they could manage when they chose.
    Yet it was all a joke. As soon as they touched they let go again. Close up, they opened their mouths and teased their tongues across their lips and at once drew back, pretending languor.
    Kath was wearing a short-sleeved brushed-wool sweater, convenient for nursing because it had a low V neck and was buttoned down the front.
    The next time they came close her partner raised his arm as if to protect himself and moved the back of his hand, his bare wrist and forearm across her stiff breasts under their electric wool. That made them stagger, they almost broke their dance. But continued—Kath weak and faltering.
    She heard her name being called.
    Mrs. Mayberry. Mrs. Mayberry.
    It was the baby-sitter, calling from halfway down Monica’s steps.
    “Your baby. Your baby’s awake. Can you come and feed her?”
    Kath stopped. She worked her way shakily through the other dancers. Out of the light, she jumped down, and stumbled in the sand. She knew her partner was behind her, she heard him jump behind her. She was ready to offer her mouth or her throat to him. But he caught her hips, turned her around, dropped to his knees, and kissed her crotch through her cotton pants. Then he rose up lightly for such a large man, they turned away from each other at the same moment. Kath hurried into the light and climbed the steps to Monica’s house. Panting, and pulling herself up by the railing, like an old woman.
    The baby-sitter was in the kitchen.
    “Oh, your husband,” she said. “Your husband just came in withthe bottle. I didn’t know what the arrangement was or I could have saved myself yelling.”
    Kath went on into Monica’s living room. The only light there came from the hall and the kitchen, but she could see that it was a real living room, not a modified porch like hers and Sonje’s. There was a Danish modern coffee table and upholstered furniture and draw drapes.
    Kent was sitting in an armchair, feeding Noelle from her supplemental bottle.
    “Hi,” he said, speaking quietly though Noelle was sucking too vigorously to be even half asleep.
    “Hi,” said Kath, and sat down on the sofa.
    “I just thought this would be a good idea,” he said. “In case you’d been drinking.”
    Kath said, “I haven’t. Been drinking.” She raised a hand to her breasts to test their fullness, but the stir of the wool gave her such a shock of desire that she couldn’t press further.
    “Well now you can, if you want to,” Kent said.
    She sat just on the edge of the sofa, leaning forward, longing to ask him, did he come here by the front or the back way? That is, along the road or along the beach? If he had come along the beach he was almost bound to have seen the dancing. But there were quite a lot of people dancing on the dock now, so perhaps he would not have noticed individual dancers.
    Nevertheless, the baby-sitter had spotted her. And he would have heard the baby-sitter calling her, calling her name. Then he would have looked to see where the baby-sitter was directing her call.
    That is, if he came by the beach. If he came by the road and entered the house by the hall not the kitchen he wouldn’t have seen the dancers at all.
    “Did you hear her calling me?” Kath said. “Is that why you went home and got the bottle?”
    “I’d already thought about it,” he said. “I thought it was time.” He held up the bottle to see how much Noelle had taken.
    “Hungry,” he said.
    She said, “Yes.”
    “So now’s your opportunity. If you want to get sloshed.”
    “Is that what you are? Sloshed?”
    “I’ve taken on my fair share,” he said. “Go on if you want to.