that,â I told him. He was looking tight around the mouth and harried around the eyes. I knew part of what was bothering him. Heâd been looking forward to a once-onlyevening, with rockers or punks or Deadheads; probably heâd hoped for an orgy. Something he could impress his friends with. âNobody knows anything about love,â I decided.
âI do,â Raygrace said. When we stopped laughing at him, he kept on insisting, âI do. Love is when you really want to give to someone else, give feelings and thoughts, help, pleasure, all of it, everything you can,â he said. His round cheeks flushed, but he held his ground.
âWhat does that have to do with marriage?â Tommy demanded.
âGiving is as selfish as any other pleasure,â Willie Grace argued, ignoring Tommyâs question. âYou give to make yourself feel good. The point is that love is selfish, and if you donât know that, you donât know anything.â
âEverything gets easier when you love someone,â Grace Phildon said.
âNo, everything gets harder, because you care so much,â Raygrace argued.
âThat still doesnât prove what love has to do with marriage,â Tommy insisted.
âI want to marry Orfe,â Yuri said, âand thatâs what love has to do with marriage for me. It doesnât matter, though, if you donât want to,â he said to Orfe.
âNo, I wouldnât mind, if you want to,â she said.
For a long second it was as if the rest of us were invisible, the way they looked at one another. I didnât know how I felt, watching that look; I felt uncomfortable, and I wanted to get away. It was too perfect to stay in the same room with, although also it was so perfect that I never wanted to have to leave.
âItâll be great,â Yuri said, drawing us all in with his smile. âItâll be the best time anyone has ever had, weâll invite everybody.â
âAnd weâll be the music,â Grace Phildon said.
âIâll sing,â Orfe said.
âNo you wonât, youâll be getting married,â Raygrace reminded her. âWeâll walk you down the aisle with Yuriâs Dreams, and back up the aisle with Yuriâs Dreams.â
âA church?â Orfe asked. âYou didnât say a church. I was thinking the park.â
âIt doesnât matter,â Yuri said.
âI just want to know what you want,â Orfe said.
âWeâre going,â Tommy said, and he looked at his watch. He waited for me to scramble up beside him. âThanks for the dinner, Orfe, Yuri. Nice place youâve gothere. Good luck with the wedding. Are you ready?â he asked me.
I put our plates and chopsticks and fork into the sink. We left the apartment.
Out on the street he reached for my hand. âYouâve got some wacko friends.â
I had both my hands in my pockets and walked along.
âI meanâthatâs no time to propose. A proposalâs supposed to be private. Just for starters. And then it got soâJesus, emotionalâdeep thought, that pseudophilosophy. It was all so sweet my teeth started to hurt.â
âYou donât like emotions, do you? They make you squirm, donât they?â
âDonât get on my back just because youâre jealous.â
âJealous? Of you?â
âHow dumb do you think I am, Enny? Itâs her youâre jealous of. Orfe. Because of him. Yuri. Oh, Iâve seen you, the way you sometimes look at him. You want him for yourself.â
I stopped, lamplight on my face and on Tommyâs face. It didnât matter that he was about a foot taller than I was. I felt as if I could punch him senseless and as if I were about to do that. Starting with his cute little nose. âYou call that jealous?â
âCome off it.â He laughed, more confident now that the odds were even or weighted in his favor.
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