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Show Woodworth/197 And San Francisco is a great town to play in." "What do you do?" "Whatever comes up, I guess." His voice has gone soft again. She hasn't touched her drink. Good. The alcohol is wearing off a little. "There's always a work party that is pretty boring, but it's a real drunk," Gary continues. "Then go out to dinner, to a bar, out dancing. Whatever I feel like." "Excuse me, I just saw someone I know," Warren says sud denly turning back to the table. "A guy I used to know.in...we haven't seen each other in a long time." He turns his smile on each one of them equally, like a spot light. "Excuse me," he says again to Marty. His tone is as flat as a fog horn. He stands up quickly, knocking his thighs against the table so that their drinks shiver in their glasses, and weaves his way away from them through the crowds. "Nice fellow, Warren," Gary says, and flashes a smile at her. It seems sincere. He will see it all as a joke. A little jealousy is good. Now he knows how much he cares. Time to go home now. Time to go to bed. The giving, the taking, he will need it. She can get him back. "Do you want to come with me to San Francisco?" Gary asks Rachael. "Certainly not," Rachael says. "Why not? This is a once in a life-time opportunity. You don't even have to pay for it." "Why not?" "Because they offered to pay to send my wife. But she doesn't want to go. So I have a plane ticket." |