“I loved to take her
hair down and she sat on the bed and kept very still, except suddenly she would
dip down to kiss me while I was doing it. She had a lovely face and body and
lovely smooth skin too. We would be lying together and I would touch her cheeks
and her forehead and under her eyes and her chin and throat with the tips of my
fingers and say, ‘Smooth as piano keys,’ and she would stroke my chin with her
finger and say, ‘Smooth as emery paper and very hard on piano keys.’ ‘Is it
rough?’ ‘No, darling. I was just making fun of you.’” A
Farewell to Arms
