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Show 353 wondering, I couldn't find you under your own name so I looked under Hopkins and found you there. I guess you're married now." "Oh yes." "I wasn't trying to pry or anything. I was just wondering if I was going to be disturbing anything." "My goodness no," she said. She could have left the my goodness unsaid, he thought. He had a pastrami sandwich at the Village Delicatessen and watched very carefully as the sweaty cashier made out his change, and drove the streets for a couple of hours, finally making his way to her address, which turned out to be a white frame house with a pepper tree in the front yard. It was still daylight, though barely so. A short flight of concrete steps, with a black iron rail, led up to the front door. He rang the bell, feeling the absence of his attache case a strange sensation. He hadn't rung anyone's bell since the last day he had gone tracting. He heard muffled footsteps and the door opened. She no longer wore bangs; her hair was longer now, and parted in the middle. She had lost weight. He hadn't noticed her cheekbones before; now he did. She wore no lipstick or eyeliner; she had always worn both before. "Good God," she said, staring at him. |
