The Last Days of Dogtown by Anita Diamant

Author:Anita Diamant [Diamant, Anita]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Adult, Contemporary, Historical, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9780743225748
Publisher: Ingram
Published: 2005-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Oliver brought Polly blueberries whenever he could, knowing they were her favorites. “I should bake a pie,” she said.

“Why bother,” Oliver said, delighting in her pleasure as she ate them two at a time, no more and no less.

Three years into their friendship, he found a thicket of the sweetest blueberries he’d ever tasted and picked a brimming pail of them for her. He hurried to get them to her house while they were still warm from the sun, imagining the bliss on her face as she took the first two into her mouth.

When he arrived, no one answered his knock. Disappointed, he opened the door, thinking to leave them for her and sad that he would not be there to watch her enjoyment.

But Polly was at home. She was alone, washing her hair, her dress hanging over a chair. Her long blonde tresses dripped over her bare shoulders.

“The berries look wonderful,” she said, as though she wasn’t naked to the waist.

Oliver stared at her small rosebud breasts, and the brown birthmark on her right collarbone.

“Bring them here,” she said. “Put the pail down.”

Oliver did as he was told.

“Take off your shirt.” She dipped the flannel in cool water and lathered it with a small cake of lavender soap. Oliver closed his eyes, inhaled the scent of flowers, and felt the strength of her short, tapered fingers beneath the softness of the cloth. She circled behind him and washed his back and neck, running her hands over the muscles in his shoulders, down his arms to his hands, first the left and then the right. He had been touched so little in his life; he trembled at the tenderness of her hands on him.

“Should I stop?” she whispered.

He opened his eyes and turned to face her. They were both breathing as though they’d run a race. “You are so beautiful,” he said.

Polly touched the soft, new beard on his face, and said, “You are so good to me.” She leaned against him, and he was overwhelmed by her silken flesh, the press of her lips, and the damp perfume of her hair. Oliver thought his knees would have buckled without the support of the table beside him.

She took his hand and led him to the bed, but it was not an auspicious beginning. Oliver tried not to think of all the rutting pigs and cattle he’d watched, and struggled against the howl that filled his mouth almost as soon as Polly’s legs opened under him.

Polly tried not to think of the times her husband had pushed his way inside her. After Boynton had finished, he’d roll over snoring and she would walk to the river where the cold water would numb her chafed skin and raw heart.

When Polly and Oliver were done, they lay still, sticky and afraid. Polly turned away and started to rise, but Oliver reached out. “Wait,” he said and fetched the berries. Sitting on the bed, he fed them to her, two at a time, until she swore she could eat no more.

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