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Show "Let them walk in on her and Ben?" "That would clear away the hypocrisy." "And probably kill the old man. Really simplify things. Did you call her?" "Nobody answered. I'll try again. They're gonna take a cab. The Rubins." She tried, no answer. "Maybe I'm dialing wrong," she said, and tried again. No answer. She shrugged. "Maybe I'd better get dressed." "What'11 we do? Shouldn't she move back in here? I could stay with Ben." I zipped down to the basement for my suitcases, canvas bags, Navy issue, and on the way back up the stairs I met Carrie Calvin on her way out, raincoat, umbrella, goloshes, shopping bag. She looked at the suitcases as if they contained a cool million heisted from the University National Bank. For the first time I grinned at her, cheerfully said good morning. She didn't smile back. Klta. had a skirt and blouse on and was holding the phone, listening to it ring. "Where in the hell are they?" "Now we know how the Rubins feel. She's never home." "Where would they go Saturday morning?" "Maybe they're in the tub together. Amelia compromises him all the time." "They could answer the phone." "Would you?" She dropped the phone back, concerned for the first time. Amelia lived in fear that her parents would find out she practiced Free Love. So I packed my bags, hid them in the closet, and we went out looking for ithem. If we didn't find them I would stay on their doorstep until they returned, so that Amelia would have warning. We were crossing 57th Street, headed for 58th where their basement was, when we saw them strolling along in the rain, holding hands. We ran up behind them, shouting for them to stop. Ben put up his hands. »„ i , ~*~u Tairo rhp pirl If it's a choice, take the "Don't shoot, take my watch. Take tne girt. " girl." "Go ahead and shoot," said Amelia. She looked great in a raiohat. |