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Show 25 a tight fist in his pocket, he walked over to the punch table, remembering to stand straight, where he found her talking to Judy Coger and Joanne Hinckley. "Hello Jody and Juanne," he said. Neither of them liked him very much, but he didn't mind. "May I take you away from all this?" he said to Donna, and held out his hand. "Hi, Borin," Joanne said. Judy put a hand over her mouth and turned to watch, somebody come in from the street door. They could smile all they wanted to, Lorin decided. It was no skin off his nose. Donna let him take her hand. "Tell me later," she said over her shoulder. "The whole floor?" "No, just the part under the table," Judy said. "I'll tell you later." Judy's round face had been red from laughing when he had interrupted, and Donna was still smiling reflectively about something as he led her to the dance floor. As they danced he made a point of looking at the polished floor under the coat-check table and the refreshment table, but there were too many people in the way to see anything. "Bad acoustics," he said. "What?" she said. "The acoustics aren't very good here. The band echoes a lot." "It's all right," she said. They danced without talking for a while. Her hand was limp and cool in his hand, and her body, which felt as though it were all knobs and points, did not offer to press into his. He felt self-conscious about not talking. He wondered if he should apologize for swearing in the car, but he couldn't think how to mention it now without calling too much attention to it. He considered saying something about the band, because he knew some of the people |
