"You'll remember it all your life. And I'll have something to remember,
too. Paul's uncle! They all go for Marcia! Then--there's about Gwen--"
"What?"
"She told us this afternoon. I'm jealous of Gwen. I'd like--just for
once--to fix her. After all--you're not like Paul; it isn't as if you'd
never met a girl in my trade before. What have you got to lose? And
I'll write that letter. When he sees it--he'll toss his damned torch in
an icebox."
What about this Greater Love stuff? I asked myself.
She was kissing me--giving me, not invitations, but commands.