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– I just didn’t want anyone to see us,” I reply. – We agreed that there would be no tenderness in public.

Instead of responding to my explanation, Shea nods to a side window that clearly shows a couple of teenage girls just holding hands, laughing about something, and going about their business.

– They’re just girlfriends, and they’re just holding hands,” she declares her thought. – But no one looks at them and thinks they are non-traditional.

– Is it your moon gift to read minds? – He shook his head in the negative, and now it was my turn to explain. – You can’t know exactly every thought in every head to draw such unquestioning conclusions.

– And you’re an incorrigible pragmatist, Margo! – He throws his head back and laughs.

And I listen to my inner voice again, waiting for the damned click.

It’s all right, you green trees.

Quickly, so as not to get bogged down in the subject, I feign enthusiasm and drag him into a discussion of the movie. We don’t even think about that little incident until Shea stops the car in our usual spot, but doesn’t let me escape by holding his hand either.