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Show •185 in forever. Look at my suit." He held out his arm for me to admire. "One hundred percent imported cloth, personally tailored for me. Look at the cuffs-real buttonholes." "Why would you want to unbutton your sleeves?" "I'm talking about class-that's how you tell a tailor-made suit." He stood at my window and looked out over the tar roofs and crazy chimneys, "How can you stand it?" i "Go away, Hubert. Go make somebody else feel bad." I took him by the shoulder and pushed him out the door; his voice floated back from the end of the hall. "You're a crazy person. I was only trying to help you make something of yourself. All right. Never mind." I was alone most of the time and liked it. It was a relief to put my feet on the furniture, eat when I was hungry, watch TV or read for hours at a time without having to apologize or fight. Being by myself suited me. Because I'm my father's son and my dad was the saddest man in the world there were gray melancholy moments when I stared up at the dirty sky and watched the gulls make their droopy-winged circles. But I found some pleasure even in my gloom, when there was nobody at my back to make me explain it. I swore silently that I would never get involved with any woman again; I was all I needed, sufficient to myself. Then why did I ask Fancy to come live with me, and all the rest of it? |