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Show Woodworth/35 "You come here often?" Dan asks Marty. "Never been here before in my life." "That's what they all say," Bob interjects. His chin settles back, perpendicular to his body. "Well, it's true. I've been away at school for the past four years. And this place is only - what? A year old? Two years old?" "Not even quite a year yet. Not until the fourth of July." "Where did you go to school?" Dan asks. Marty feels she should slide down further in her chair, so that he will be forced to meet her eyes. The highest he has gotten so far is about chin level. Marty hesitates a minute, then decides. This one isn't worth it. "Marlboro. Ever heard of it?" Dan shakes his head. "It's an experimental college. You can make up your major'.' "She did her thesis on the difference between Norweigian and Belgian sexual habits," Rachael adds. "You're shiftin' me." "Honest." "That true?" Bob asks Marty. "Sure is," Rachael interjects. "God only knows, I tried to talk her into a more useful thesis topic. I mean, who cares about Norwegian and Belgian sexual habits? Unless you're planning to go to bed with a Norwegian or a Belgian." "Are you?" "Am I what? Norwegian, or planning to go to bed with one?" Bob leans across his drink, holding it steady with one hand. "Planning to go to bed with one?" "Depends on what he's like." Rachael has caught his eye, and is returning his stare. <• |