Modern Screen (Jan-Dec 1960)

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■ There was a three-quarter moon that night. Audrey remembered it very well, because for hours she had sat by the broad window of the living room in their Pacific Palisades home, staring out into the night, noting to herself the bluish reflection the moon made on the swimming pool. She hadn't been able to sleep that night. Ever since she had become pregnant she hadn't always been able to sleep well, sometimes out of excitement, sometimes because she would suddenly feel hungry and just had to have something to eat that very instant. At those moments, Mel, with that instinctive bond, would begin to stir, hold out his hand to take hers and mumble, "Darling, what is it?" Then he'd be awake and they would whisper and laugh together softly, always talking about the coming baby. Or Audrey would make a funny face and say, "I guess I shouldn't, but isn't there some leftover lasagne in the refrigerator. . . ?" And Mel would pretend to ^^^^^^^ be stern. "I should say not," he would reply. "Now darling, can't you have a craving for something A Plnl ^ sensible? Even ice cream and pickles would be M Eilkfl ^ better than the stuff you want to eat." But tonight was ly, Mel hadn't even ped out of bed. It was was meant to have this out alone. Never before had AN UNBORN LIFE AT STAKE different. Surprisingstirred when she slipalmost as though she moment to think things she (Continued on page 76) 24