Chapter 31.2

They were silent on the way home. Not even the radio broke the humming monotony of tires on blacktop. A casual glance might make

someone think that each was off in his or her own little world, paying no

attention to the other. And in one respect, that was true. Amy was thinking how much quieter Riley’s nice sedan was than her old rattletrap and

wishing it wasn’t so, for fear that in this quiet car he could hear her

swallow, and hear her heart pound. Riley was thinking how lucky he was that the girls were spending the night with Marva and Frank, because he was in absolutely no hurry to go home.

They’d been holding hands since before that steamy scene in the movie.

Neither seemed inclined to let go. So they held on. All the way home.

For two single adults on a Saturday-night date, they returned to Amy’s apartment at the embarrassingly early hour of eleven o’clock.

For the first time since starting for home, Amy turned her head and looked at Riley. “I don’t have anything to offer you to