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Show 181 girl named Celeste who I thought even more beautiful than Lena Home, and right there in my arms too, willing to date me too, a really lovely girl. She was a little more restrained and middle class than most of the girls, and she had joined the Communist Party much like a white coed would join a sorority, but I didn't feel the least bit critical, I felt great walking along with her holding hands. How people stared. One night after the dance she wanted to see the Co-op. "It's just a house. Ordinary." "Aren't girls allowed in it?" "Sure. Oh hell yes. This one guy's girl practically lives there and she's married to somebody else. Sure, girls stay over all the time. We don't have any restrictions at all." "Sounds like fun. How come I can't see it?" "You can see it. I just thought it would be dull, is all." "A party place like that?" "We don't party. They haven't had one party while I've been there." "Well let's go start a party then." We didn't get there till after two in the morning, buses infrequent that time of night, and no one was awake. The main floor was not very impressive, I saw through her eyes, being scarce of furniture and with nothing on the floors or windows or walls. Down in the basement she wrinkled her nose at the smell, and in my room looked around wide-eyed: 'Hfc you live in this hole?" "It's just temporary till somebody upstairs moves. Have a seat. You want some coffee or something? I could make some coffee." "Here? With all the spiders and things? Ugggh. No thanks." "Come on upstairs to the kitchen then." |