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Show 351 leaving Salt Lake. His face, unshaven for a week, looked like an armpit when he saw it in the rear-view mirror. He was down to ten dollars, and his Chevron credit card had expired while he was on his mission. There was nothing for it but to fight for survival. He drove to the university one afternoon, paid to park in one of the visitors' lots, and avoiding the art building walked to the old union building to look up an address in the student directory. He felt a small stab when he couldn't find her there, but then he remembered Floyd's last name and felt another small stab when this time he found her. She no longer had the same address, and was now listed as a graduate student in biology. There was no answer when he dialed her number from a pay phone. To while away the time he leafed through the directory looking for names of his enemies. Noel was not listed, neither was Paul. Harry was there; Harry would never change. Simon was there, but listed as a speech pathology major. Shannon was not there. He leafed toward the W's to look up Yvonne but faltered before he got there. He dialed again, got no answer. The street name was unfamiliar. He found a street map at the information desk and looked it up over a cup of coffee in the union, surrounded by noisy students he had never seen before. The street was in Santa Monica, close to Rand. He called an hour later, and this time she was there. "Gloriana?" he said. His voice was unexpectedly high. "Yes." "Hi. This is Lorin." There was no sound from the other end. "Hood," he added. "Good Lord, so it is." "Hi. Listen, I'm just back in town, and I wondered if maybe I could drop by and say hello or something, if you weren't doing anything." |