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Show "Mel?" "From Cleveland." "Oh, Mel. Huh, nothing happened with Mel. I thought it might, we hit it off so fast, but . . . nothing developed." He was so witty, you said." "Yeah. And it never stopped. After a while . . . " She looked hard at me. "At least he was never bitchy." "I'm just trying to get at the truth. I don't know all the men you meet downtown." "No, you don't, so you'll just have to take my word for it. There isn't anybody else. No one to blame. Just you. Since we . . . it's been just you, nobody but you, Ace. Still want to blame the Holy Ghost?" She must be lying, and I was sure a test on me would prove it. Yet what if she wasn't? I went on saying that she must be mistaken and she just sat there; it no longer mattered to her. I looked at her taped ankle. "When are you going to get the, uh, abortion';" ""I'll ma.-:e some phone calJs this afternoon. The sooner the better." "You're serious about it.1" "Never more serious." "Maybe you should tnink it over." Maybe she wasn't lying. "Why?" "It's dangerous, isn't it? Why did you get one before? In Seattle?" "Because Mark wanted it. I wasn't going to stay married to him and bring a kidy into our life which he hated the thought of, and at the time I thought I wanted to stay married. That was before the inevitable revelation. With men there's always an inevitable revelation." Her eyes were steady and cold. "Who told you I got an abortion in 'd^highschool?" "There was just talk." "The usual jealous gossip." |