Women in Love

They slept the chilly night through under the hood of the car, a night

of unbroken sleep. It was already high day when he awoke. They looked

at each other and laughed, then looked away, filled with darkness and

secrecy. Then they kissed and remembered the magnificence of the night.

It was so magnificent, such an inheritance of a universe of dark

reality, that they were afraid to seem to remember. They hid away the

remembrance and the knowledge.