1<br >LESS and less could she hold back the memory. She hardly<br >bothered to try anymore. She had come to enjoy the punish-<br >ment. By letting go only a little, it would be 1943 again and<br >she would be lying on the davenport of Leyla Tuttle s porch<br >that encircled the big white clapboard house situated on what<br >everyone knew to be the last good dune left on the Myrtle<br >Beach oceanfront. With no effort, Lilly could see her own<br >youthfully scrawny leg, its sandy bare foot pushing against the<br >screening to keep the glider moving just slightly; she could<br >still feel that familiar soothing motion as she lay there with<br >ffae faded Sleepy Doll under her chin, the doll s eyes per-<br >n~anently closed in sleep, its body limp without its zippered<br >b~k stuffed with pajamas.<br > rt was always a little after six. Lilly could tell the hour by<br >the number of planes that swooped down, one by one, to buzz<br >the roof of the house, the signal that the second lieutenants<br >had finished another day practicing war and were taking their<br >planes back to the base. This was how the women in the front<br >room knew it was time to start dressing for the evening.<br > Generally her mother remembered to get her out of the<br >way, but sometimes Lilly got to lie unnoticed on the porch to<br >watch for the pilots as they came up the steps, two at a time,<br >whistling, tossing brimmed soft hats into the air, and peeling<br >off leather flight jackets more suited to their dashing image<br >than to the hot South Carolina summer. The young men had<br ><br >
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