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'Hello!' Candy called up to the roof. What Larch meant was that Homer should know something of society before he made the decision, by himself, whether to perform abortions or not. There were both fervor and anger in Candy's good-night kiss, both ferocity and resignation in the way she clutched his hands. 'Why would you _want_ to do such a thing?' Candy asked him.

He wondered if she mistook his inescapable search for the new bruises on her body for a sexual interest; maybe that was part of the problem _between_ them. Larch had never kissed him before, and now he had kissed him twice. Two of them were eating something and one of [539] them was screeching into the radio; the pilot said something sharply to the radioman, who instantly lowered his voice. Perhaps you'd be interested in just _observing—to_ see if you liked it.