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Show had stayed over in Cleveland at the urging of Amelia's cousin Mel, and I, trying to keep the spite out of my voice, asked her how John Tobin was. She had been cool with me for three days and she grew colder fiow. "How would I know? I haven't seen him for two months." It was closer to five or six weeks. "Have you two broken up?" "Doesn't it sound like it?" "I'm sorry. I didn't --" "Why? What have you got to be sorry about?" "I mean --" "I'm not. Best thing that could happen to me. I am not chattel. Now I see why his wife . . . " "I mean I didn't know." "Because you don't look. You can't see something right under your nose." Her grey eyes were like flint. Feeling vaguely guilty, for what I didn't know, I asked her if she wanted to go to the lake that afternoon. "No." So I went alone, lonely, and when I was tf walking back was the first time I remembered that I was supposed to have stopped by the coed co-op to see if they had room for me. I showefi^and threw on clothes and zipped over therej since I had not shown up they had given my place to someone else. I pleaded so desperately that the manager put me back on top of the list but the house was full for summer school and there was not much chance for a year. I didn't tell f$.te. il«fevirtiA<d/'*4¥ht Tf she asked about it I would lie. She.www not only cool but so unhappy looking that I was greatly relieved when Ben and Amelia got back from their honeymooo'and came over to drink beer on a hot June evening. They looked revived, our old friends again, Kite was her cheerful self again, and we all laughed about the wedding, about Ben at Niagara Falls, about the crate of wedding gifts which had been sent from Cleveland, mostly silveir trays. None of that mattered now, the stories sounded hilarious |