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Edie is both eager for and rather innocent about romance.
She is quite proudly aware of her blossoming womanhood, and the day after the plane lands, Edie gets the impulse to dress herself up in Mrs. Peebles is out for the afternoon. This is how she is discovered by Chris Watters, who is looking for a drink of cool water from the pump.
Edie is embarrassed but also irresistibly attracted to the pilot when he tells her she looks beautiful. That attraction leads Edie to cross the road that same night. Chris Watters has finished giving airplane rides for the day and shares a smoke with his young visitor.
Edie, concerned that Mrs. Peebles will discover her improprieties of the afternoon, convinces Watters to promise not to say anything about the dress-up episode. Her short visit reinforces her impression that she is somehow special to the friendly pilot.
Their casual relationship continues as the pilot regularly stops by for drinks of water. Edie critically notes that Alice is neither young nor pretty, that her bust looks low and bumpy, that she has a worried face, and that her engagement ring features but a single, tiny stone.
That night Alice and Chris go off somewhere in her car. Much later, through the slats of her blind, Edie watches them come home.
She is not unhappy to observe them get out of opposite sides of the car and walk away from each other.
When Alice accompanies the Peebles on a picnic to the lake the next day, Edie bakes Chris a cake and learns that he has decided to pull up stakes and make his getaway.
The visit turns into a rousing but tender farewell party. The pilot sensibly does not allow his urges full rein; when they say goodbye, he promises Edie that he will write to her. To her own surprise, Edie lies for him, but also for herself, saying that Chris has flown to another nearby field.
Alice becomes suspicious of this sexy young girl; in response to Mrs. Peebles finally discovers that, to Edie, being intimate meant kissing. Throughout the summer and well into the fall, six days a week, Edie waits at the mailbox for the promised letter, but the letter never comes.
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