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I approached him cautiously. The nature of his question still triggered in me an instinctive suspicion, but his tone and his imploring expression reminded me that he couldn't possibly be hiding an ulterior motive behind the question. I wanted to believe that.
'I'm sorry,' I said, once I was within less than two feet's distance of Denny and once my forearm was resting on the hood of a truck I was standing near. 'I can't tell you.' Then, I added, 'I can't tell anyone,' in the futile hope that this would aid him in understanding. 'I honestly can't tell you.'
'Then dishonestly tell me.' With his jaunty, abrupt, and signature way of movement he seized me lightly by the wrist, then fumbled with nervous afterthought so that his grip slipped down onto the back of my hand. I felt embarrassed for him; he was trying. It would have been so much easier if I could envelope him into myself and my mind so that he would already know everything that I knew. (pp. 60-61)
'I'm sorry,' I said, once I was within less than two feet's distance of Denny and once my forearm was resting on the hood of a truck I was standing near. 'I can't tell you.' Then, I added, 'I can't tell anyone,' in the futile hope that this would aid him in understanding. 'I honestly can't tell you.'
'Then dishonestly tell me.' With his jaunty, abrupt, and signature way of movement he seized me lightly by the wrist, then fumbled with nervous afterthought so that his grip slipped down onto the back of my hand. I felt embarrassed for him; he was trying. It would have been so much easier if I could envelope him into myself and my mind so that he would already know everything that I knew. (pp. 60-61)