the last book I ever read (Black Wings Has My Angel (New York Review Books Classics)) by Elliot Chaze, excerpt ten)

from Black Wings Has My Angel (New York Review Books Classics) by Elliot Chaze:

Nona. I’d given Nona my gold football. I’d held her in the swing down the block, on her front porch, back in the days when holding hands was a lovely explosion, when home-made pimiento cheese sandwiches and lemonade were manna from heaven. How many years ago? How many years since those pimiento-flavored kisses? And: I can’t marry you, Nona, you or anybody. We don’t want that. We don’t want the listless, automatic desire of marriage. This is what we want, baby. Some day I’ll come back. Some day. You’ll see.