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Show 384 possible so that his voice would not give him away. He felt shaky the rest of the day. On Friday he decided that Janet had been watching him all week when she thought he wasn't looking. She was the only attractive girl in the place, except for Mai da down the lobby in statements, and Maida actually looked too much like a candy doll. He thought he might start trying to be interesting in front of Janet next week, even though her tastes ran to roller derbies and drive-ins, because he was tired of being horny. An affair with somebody who worked the same place you did might be awkward, but it wouldn't have to be a big affair. That night he looked at the daub he had left to rot on his easel and went to a movie to put it out of his mind. He had never gone to a movie by himself in his life. Coming out he thought he recognized Paul Voloshchin in the line of people waiting for the next show. He tried to remember if Paul was one of the people he was going to avoid, but their eyes had met, so he walked over and extended his hand. "Hello Paul," he said. "I'm not Paul," said Paul. Lorin looked closely and his blood froze. "Call him Pavel," the man behind him in line said. "I used to be Paul," said Paul, fingering the medallion on his chest. Lorin looked at the man behind him and then back at Paul, who had lost interest and was watching a girl in high-heel boots get out of a car. The car pulled away and she walked past the ticket window into the lobby. "What happened?" he asked the man. "He's not deaf." "I'm sorry." Paul turned around. "Can I have a cigarette, Martin?" The man lit |