away from the others.
"What is it, darling?" she asked. "You want to go someplace with your friends?"
"I guess," I said.
She looked at Claude, Catherine, and the others and then fastened her gaze on me. "Your heart's not fully in this for some reason, Pearl," she said with the assurance of a psychic. "What is it, honey? Is it going to be a wild party?"
"Maybe," I confessed.
She nodded. "You know what growing up is," she said, nodding like someone who had finally reached a conclusion. "It's knowing when to say no. Nothing more than that, I think," she added. "You decide. It's all right for you to leave if you want to. It's your night, Pearl. Daddy will understand."
We hugged, and I turned back to my friends. Claude raised his eyebrows and smiled. I started to nod and stopped. Once I left this house and went with Claude to Lester's, saying no would be harder than graduating from medical school, I thought.
"Coming now?" Claude asked anxiously.
"Why don't you and I stay here, Claude?" I suggested. "We can have plenty of privacy."
"Here? Are you serious? Everywhere you go, there are servants loitering--unless we slip up to your room," he proposed, his eyes lustful.
"Claude, I don't like being rushed into anything," I said.
"Rushed? We've been going together for nearly a year. That's like being married nowadays," he protested.
I started to laugh, but he continued, his anger building. "You don't know what it's like for me, lying to all my friends, pretending you and I are really lovers. All my friends have girlfriends who aren't afraid to make love."
"You mean you make up stories about us?" I asked.
"Of course. You want me to look like a fool?"
"Is that what you would be if we didn't sleep together, a fool? What about caring for me and my feelings?"
"That's what I want to do," he said stepping closer. "Care for your feelings. Come on, let's go with the others."
"I'd rather stay here, Claude," I said after taking a deep breath.
He shook his head. "You're never going to make love with me, are you?"
"I'm not going to make love just to keep some high school kids from thinking I'm a fool. It has to be something more serious."
He nodded. I saw that his eyes were a little bloodshot. "I think you should give me back my ring," he said. "It's just wasting away around your neck."
My heart was pounding to have such a dark and unhappy thing happen on this night, of all nights.
"Well?" he said. "What is it going to be?"
I undid the chain that held his ring on my bosom and handed it back to him.
He was surprised and clutched it roughly in his fist. "I should have listened to my friends. They all told me you were just a brain with no feelings. You probably went home and wrote a report after every date we had, didn't you?"
"Of course not," I said.
"I feel sorry for you," he continued, shaking his 'head. "You'll always be dissecting people. What did you do, take your temperature and decide tonight was a prime egg night?" he asked with his lips twisted into a sarcastic smirk. His words were like darts aimed at my heart. Tears burned under my eyelids, but I wouldn't permit myself to cry in front of him.
"Are you coming, Claude?" Diane Ratner asked as she crooked her shoulder suggestively.
"You're damn right I am," he said and smiled at her. Then he put his arm through hers and embraced her tightly around the waist. She squealed with glee and flashed a look of satisfaction at me. I could just hear her bragging: "You might be our class valedictorian and you might have this big house and great party, but I have your boyfriend.
"Satisfied?" Claude asked me.
"Yes. If this is what you've decided is most important, then I am very satisfied. I made the right decision," I said.
His smile faded quickly. "Go read a book," he snapped.
"A dry one," Diane added. Their peals of laughter trailed after them as they joined the others and headed for the front door.
Catherine came running over to me. "What are you doing?"
"The sensible thing," I said. She shook her head