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Show 328 "I guess I don't," said Lorin. "I'm sorry." The man looked as though he thought that was funny. "Think about it a minute," he said. "Yes, I'm trying to." " I ' l l give you a h i n t . Remember the peas from the neighbor's Victory garden and how you dropped one in the hedge?" "Yes." Lorin f e l t his scalp creep. The man watched him for a f l i c k e r of recognition. "Still can't remember?" "No." "Okay. How about this one. You bought your f i r s t suit with money from your paper route. You were thirteen and in eighth grade and you were in love with a g i r l named Nina. The suit itched l i k e crazy and you had to wear pajama bottoms under i t ." Lorin looked with a l l the strength of his eyes and his recollection at the man, but could not place him. "I give up. Who are you?" "No. Think about i t a minute. Your mother's name is Grace and your father's name is Charles. He hates being called Charley or Chuck. Getting warm?" Lorin shook his head. He was trying to think, but his brain was not working r i g h t . The man was obviously enjoying t h i s . "In sixth grade you slugged a Mexican kid who was out on t h i rd base but said he wasn't." "No. That wasn't me," said Lorin. "Sure i t was," the man said, grinning. " I don't know who you are," said Lorin. " I ' l l t e l l you in a minute i f you haven't guessed. Once when you were trying to do algebra the l i g h t over your desk went out. You twisted |
