“I’ve been wrong about so much,” Ellington said. “So have I,” I said. “It’s a foolish feeling,” she said. “I don’t like it.” “Nobody does,” I said. “That’s why I invited you to ride on a wagon pulled by a taxi up a rocky cliff. So we wouldn’t feel foolish.” She laughed, but I smiled up at the sky. A star had appeared, the first star of the evening. “What’s the real reason you invited me?” she asked. I might have been wrong once more. It might just have been the first star I could see. “Because I can’t take my eyes off you,” I said. I felt her hand curl around mine. “I’m glad it’s getting
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