Darwinkle cleared his throat and announced that he loved me, had always loved me, and was ravenous for my body. I replied, "Oh," and offered him a cup of tea. He said he would, thank you, with two sugars and slice of lemon on the side. We took it on the porch, as it was sunny and almost time for the Good Humor man.

"It's lovely, isn't it?" I said, sipping quietly.

"Yes, quite," he answered, putting his hand on my breast. "I've always thought so."

We spoke of politics, pollution and the population explosion. He said that the highest point in the State of Washington is Mt. Rainier and that he would like to nibble my earlobe. I said certainly, but first would he give me a dollar thirty-five cents for the Good Humor man. He did. I bought a strawberry peach delight. We ate. His tongue was cold.