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Show 218 "She say anything I need to know, or should I have another martini first?" "No new crises. Jim has already been to New York and back and you didn't write to him and i s n ' t it about timeall this funny business in Los Angeles stopped. And your father has quit playing tennis because of his knee. You can read i t ." "Oh shit." "I get letters like that," said Lorin. "I think I ' l l get clearance for the tunnels and go sulk there a few days." Lorin mentioned the resemblance to her the next day"over lunch at Clifton's Cafeteria, and alluded to i t again jestingly during a walk through Pershing Square. She hadn't noticed, she said. "You were right, though," she added. "He didn't like you." "That's funny. I thought the world of him." "After you left he didn't mention you once." To avoid the chance of other unpleasant encounters Lorin didn't go to her apartment any more-he had worried about meeting Simon anyway-but snatched her from corridors between classes on campus or arranged closely-timed rendezvous in the drugstore across the street from the bank on Westwood and Le Conte, and they would drive off to a secluded spot in the mountains where among the dead leaves, concealed by scrub oak and the brow of a hill from either riders on the bridle trail below them or the groundskeeper in the walnut orchard above them, she would nervously be all things to his passion. Once or twice, late at night, she consented to be all things to his passion in the front seat of his car while parked in a dark lot at the beach, but only once or twice. She was not aware of half the happy games she took part in. She was also unaware of the doubling she was party to when they |