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Show 223 paid the check with so little fuss? But when he and Kate got into his car and drove off to a party somewhere, and while the four of us waited in the cold for a subway, I loathed him. Why didn't he stay where he belonged, with those his own age? Ben and Amelia and I got off in the Loop to go to a film, Miles staying on the car, going south. We went to the World Playhouse and saw a French film called "Beauty and the Beast." It was all right, but I was still feeling beastly. Afterwards, back on the South Side, Ben and Amelia walked on to her empty apartment, and I back to my new room, Limbo, to work a while on scraping windows. I had found some cheap, colorful prints to tack on the wall and now the room was just what I wanted, the back corner one, with a window opening on 56th Street and another window looking out toward the alley, the second largest room on the floor. I was beginning to feel very good in it, the best place in Chicago I had had yet. Vanderveer was Dutch and crazy and I felt right at home taking his place. But then the next week a black woman bought the building, took over the management from Ben and started forcing us honkies out. |