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Melvin Hurst was unhappy. He had his reasons. He was a Sagittarius, and he was trapped. He knew it was true. So he craved and he chased. The bedroom. The bedroom of Molly Hightower in the house owned by her husband, where Melvin was right now. Miles and miles from his own house on Easy Street, his children who always needed something: milk, shoes, glasses, dentistry. Yes, he was a terrible father, lax and unloving, but how could it be helped?
He was born to it. Some part of him had always known this. That every impulse, every feeling was foreordained. That it was stamped on the blood.
He was what he was, so why struggle? Your daily Sagittarius horoscope. Your weekly love forecast, monthly horoscope or relationship compatibility , the magazine said. Then it was so designed. Molly Hightower, too, was bored. For starters, she was a very clean woman, and her husband was a grease monkey. He worked seven days a week running a service station called Go-Co. It was downtown, near the courthouse and the hardware. Johnny Go-Co worked at the service station while Melvin serviced his wife.
The thought set Melvin aflutter. A strong pulse shot through his heart. He wanted to laugh. He did laugh. Out loud. Melvin liked nonsense talk as a rule. It beat thought-provoking conversation, for sure. Heartfelt discussion. Oh, how he liked Molly. Her hair was red, long and red.
Yes, naturally red. Red on every part of her body that was hairy. That was supposed to have hair. She was Irish, like his mother. Melvin thought of his mother, how she was hardy and delicate at the same time. That was how he liked his women. Sturdy when he wanted, and delicate when he wanted. Despite the heat and humidity, his armpits were dry. He was blessed with clear skin and eyes. How disappointed Molly would be when he broke it off.