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the feeling of his body after being with her. She slept with him so little these days. It was no longer like it had been in college, or even in high school, when they had drawn each other into brief, passionate affairs between other relationships. Eddie was afraid that she was finally outgrowing him.
    “Come here,” he said, taking her hand.
    She complied willingly, settling into his lap and kissing him. He kissed her back for longer than she was expecting. She put her hands on his shoulders and withdrew from him.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “What does it look like?”
    “I have to go, Eddie.” She stood up and started collecting her clothes. “We really should stop doing this.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it’s too easy to fall back into being together.” She was pulling on her underwear. She was quite pretty. Though her body was perpetually ten pounds overweight, the weight did not look bad on her; it added to the curves of her chest and waist. Eddie had always loved her body and loved making love to her. “We both know we’re not going to spend the rest of our lives together.”
    “We do?” But he knew it was true.
    Eddie’s father, Harris Edward DeLacy, Jr., was the chief executive of Bannon-DeLacy, the aerospace firm founded in 1912 by Harris Edward DeLacy, Sr., precient engineer and businessman. Callen was Callen St. John, whose father was the chairman of Bannon-DeLacy. She and Eddie had grown up together, had shared each other’s amazement that the families they had been born into were so different from the ones they would have imagined for themselves.
    She pulled on her jeans and her shirt and looked around for her socks.
    “They’re on the chair,” he said, smiling because she always forgot where she left her clothes.
    She didn’t move to get them. Instead, she came back over to him and took a seat on the mat. “I do love you, Eddie.”
    “I love you too. You know that.”
    “Yeah.” She slid her arms over his shoulders. “But it’s not that kind of love, is it? You could be my brother.”
    He hugged her and shifted her body so she was lying down across his legs. She looked up at him. He had shaved that morning, and his face was smooth. He had brown hair that was slightly curly, and it was unkempt just now, as it often was. He was good looking, but she knew that he was careless about such things. He said, “Then I think what we did this afternoon is illegal in most states.”
    “You know what I mean. We’re thirty-two now. I have to figure out what I’m doing with my life.”
    “You’re outgrowing me,” he said quietly, running a hand through her hair.
    “Maybe,” she agreed. She took hold of his chin between her thumb and forefinger and lightly shook his face. “It’s just…I can never find the center of you, you know?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “I have that problem too.”
    She used his arm to pull herself up to a sitting position. “I really have to go. I have a meeting in twenty minutes.” She worked for an advertising agency. Her brilliance as a writer went into ad campaigns to sell cars and soft drinks and feminine hygiene products. But she didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t need the money, but enjoyed her job and enjoyed Los Angeles. He admired that without understanding it.
    He watched her get up and put her socks and shoes on. “Okay,” he said, after a long pause.
    “Okay, what?”
    He put his hands on the mat behind him and leaned back into them. “Just okay.”
    She smiled at him, understanding. It was okay with him that she didn’t want to sleep with him anymore. He was still her friend and would always be her friend. She nodded.
    “I think I’ll go back to Egypt,” he said after a few moments. He said it just as though he were proposing a trip down the block to get a cup of coffee. It was his way. Everything was casual.
    “Did your father reinstate your allowance?” she asked with a hint of mischievousness.
    “I don’t have to depend on him,”