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Show 97 of thing." "Oh dear," she said, looking concerned. "It just kind of hurts, is all," he said. He took a large swallow of wine, got it down, and then smiled at her. "Of course it does," she said. "But actually I don't want to talk about it." "I can understand that," she said. "It's nothing I shouldn't have expected," he said. "Love is all a matter of geography. I should have seen it coming." "That sounds very cynical." "It's not cynical, it's just realistic. I'm not blaming her. But I guess I'm kind of idealistic, in a way. I mean, I wouldn't have done it to her." "I take it there are many miles between you." "She's in Utah. That's where I'm from, only I had enough sense to get out. She goes to Brigham Young University and got hustled by a returned missionary. The place is crawling with those. I should have guessed that was going to happen. But I really didn't think she'd do it." He got up and poured more wine into his mug. "Anyway, I didn't come here to talk about that. This stuff isn't bad," he said, holding up his mug. "I'm not much of a judge," she said. "I'm not saying anything against returned missionaries," he said. "I'm probably going to be one myself eventually. I'm a Mormon too, you know," he added, looking at her. "No, I didn't know." "Don't let the fact that I'm getting stinko mislead you. I'm not usually like this. You're seeing me at a low ebb." |