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Show -281- dashboard and poured each about three-quarters f u l l . His wife took one of them and put i t to her l i p s. "Yes;" she said. "It is good, i s n ' t i t ? Of course, even the poorest would t a s t e good? out like this?" The Professor only half agreed. He enjoyed these outings? but never as much as his wife. He would have preferred to be drinking the wine? seated a t their own table, looking out on San Pablo Bay; His wife was again rummaging in her purse. She brought out a small package, wrapped in f o i l , which when she undid it turned out to be small hunks of Swiss cheese. She held the package out to the Professor, and he took one of the squares, savoring i t s flavor along with the white wine. He p a r t i c u l a r l y liked this cheese, and he t r i ed to convince himself that i t was not just that i t came from a cheese factory in the small mountain valley in Utah where he had grown up. It r e a l l y was superior even to most of the imported cheese they could get in the local markets? With the cheese and the wine and the rhythmic washing of the waves beyond the beach, the Professor began to get into the s p i r i t of the occasion. Only the thought of the cold detracted? He wished his wife didn't want to walk down to the x a t e r ' s edge? But she did? When they had both drained their small glasses? she put her hand on the Professor's. "Now l e t ' s go for a l i t t l e walk," she said. |