Butterfly Man. Lew Levenson

that's all."

      "Wasn't it because you wanted to get a contract for some more time?"

      "No. It was because I wanted to."

      "I see."

      He looked out of the window. Now that his head was averted, he could not see the subtle shading of the love in her eyes as she looked longingly at him.

      "People are built the way they are built," she was saying. "I'm the way I am. You … you're the way you are."

      "We can't help it, I guess."

      She took his hand.

      "It'll be great, though, for our act, now that we understand each other."

      Her hand dropped slowly to her lap. He said nothing. Her fingers twitched.

      "Open the overnight bag, will you, Kennie?"

      "What for?"

      "I feel as though I could go a slug of rye."