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Show everybody has, a boy with a hoarse voice complaining about the sticker price on white cross, a bartender leaning into the beard of a customer and saying yeah, he's available but he'll have your ass for a fortune cookie. Morgan and Dave do not look at each other, talk without passion of old friends and changing times. Morgan does not want to see Anne so of course he does. Or rather she sees him, through the smoky atmosphere of a place called Howard's Club H, and waves. Smiles. Dave is talking with a friend and doesn't notice; Morgan waves back and hopes that will do. But she is weaving her way through the crowd, towing someone behind her; the jukebox is silent and she is smiling and she is standing in front of Morgan with her eyes just missing.him as if out of respect for his nakedness. I want you to meet my friend Steve, she says. He's pre-med. Then Morgan hears his own name and his hand is being pumped, Dave's hand is being pumped, beer is being served, the pre-med's arm is settling back around Anne's shoulder as though it is a part of her usual evening attire. Didn't you used to teach a biochem lab section, Pre-med asks Morgan with a reproachful grin; and while Anne is explaining that no, Morgan isn't from around here at all but from Hartford Connecticut, it occurs to him that with this introduction on Friday night she has spoken his name for the first time. Well how's the house coming? she asks, smiles, and it is Dave who says, great, throws his arm around Morgan and says, you should |
