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Show 208 telling her to get her ass out. As the days, and nights, went by, he grew more and more impatient with her. At that time he hadn't gotten anywhere with Amelia and so was more interested in her than ever. One windy morning when I got back he got impatient with me. "Cheese rolls! Again!" "I don't like poppyseed." Frances was stretching two white plump arms lazily into the air. "Ben's gonna have to go for rolls some morning. But of course, that would interfere with our wake-up exercises." She sighed. "He's gonna be the ruin of my college career." "Yours should be the only one that's ruined," he said darkly. "Ben can't get enough, you know. Oh, how I love these Jewish men. Last week he missed five classes just for me. You know what I think, I think my name was Hickstein and got changed coming through Ellis Island." "No eats unless you comb your hair," Ben told her flatly. "And wash your face." "I got so much rapport. I'm gonna change my name back, I just feel too Jewish. Especially at night." "Breakfast," said Ben, and set the coffee off the coil. The smell of it rose sharply into the air. "For those who are ready." She knew Ben would not let her eat until she washed her face and combed her hair-her face needed the care and she relished breakfast, so she asked me to hand her Ben's robe. I turned to pick it up, and when I turned back she had thrown back the covers and was standing up, naked. I threw the robe at her and turned away. She laughed. "What'samatter, honey, did I scare you?" Ben sighed. "Jesus, Fran, don't you have any inhibitions?" "When they passed out brains," I said, "she thought they said trains, and she missed hers." |