I saw the car in the parking lot, and it was the only car there. I picked up the pace and soon I reached the road.
Before I could cross the road, to get to the parking lot, my girlfriend got out of the car and greeted me.
Gloria said in a frantic way, “I was worried about you. Some of the other hikers saw a bear around here, and when you were gone so long, I started to worry.”
She cared. I never knew she could. She always played it cool, California cool. I guess I did, too. I was glad to see her and I told her so. I gave her a hug, and pretty soon we were making love in the front seat of my car—she was lying back in the passenger seat with the back of the seat down and I was on top of her.
Did I imply that people cannot know purity in this world? I left something out. Love, when it happens and while it lasts, is pure.