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Show house/ ^11 "Hey, I'm sorry I woke up that way. I didn't sleep well." Immediately I was concerned, solicitous. "Why not?" He shrugged. "Dreams." "Nightmares?" He nodded, staring at the floor, his eyes like two dark hollow caves, remembering. Then he shook his head and smiled. "From watching television, probably." "Oh, no. You watched that Japanese monstor show - 'Godzilla meets Rodin'!" I raised my hands like claws. He shook his head and stood. "No." He walked to the bedroom door. "Brian?" He - -- 1 nak^rJ ^ovsr his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. "What was it?" "A special report," he muttered, walking out. "Dateline: Vietnam." Monday, after my class at the university, I went to a jewelry store where my student discount card would be honored. The carpets were plush, but everyone knew that the rings were the cheapest in town. I stood awkwardly, waiting for the salesman to finish with a bashful, grinning couple - younger even than Brian and I. My hands trembled and I wished that Brian was holding them, making his little jokes about this place being the Earl Sheib's of jewelrydom. But he had gone rabbit hunting with my brother, Danny. I was feeling upset, wondering if he and Danny would hit it off all right, and whether Brian would let something slip about our living together. i it |