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Show i ? 7 .3*. After the Rubins' visit to Chicago I had removed the card on our mailbox with me inked out on it and restored myn name. When I came back from Cleveland I took that card out and printed a third one in the careful lettering I had learned at Purdue in an engineering drawing class, leaving Amelia's name off: K« CCLMH0H -- C. Brocken. After we became lovers, when I went down for the mail, if I had succeeded in avoiding Carrie, I stared at that card for a special moment, feeling great. The morning after she restored me we had breakfast together, she barefoot in her pale blue pajamas, me in khaki trousers, sort of acting as if nothing was changed. Then she looked at me thoughtfully. "I hope nothing happened last night." 'WHartfr"Don't tell me it was only a dream.'" "I mean it's a pretty safe time of the month but after this I'll have to take precautions." I shook my head. "Not at all." "Easy for )tdd the man to say.'" "Easy for m§_ to say. Didn't I ever tell you about that girl in Miami Beach? We picked each other up, you know, and Tun fi I m i niiiil I'd IIILLLI \% careful,'/flight catch something. But I was a daring young pilot . . . " "And you caught the clap." "That's what I expected; ku* what I caught was the mumps." "What?" She started to laugh. "The mumps." |
