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main Hne stop at Murchison Junction, where he'd take the streamHner up North. He'd decided to go back to New York. He was a nice guy, Tom was. A nice guy but too sentimental. Too meek and resigned.
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I got back to town the next morning and went back to work without having slept at all. I wasn't sleepy. I was still waiting. It finally came about eleven o'clock in the shape of a phone-call. Jean Asquith invited me and Dex and other friends up to her place for the weekend. I accepted of course, but tried not to appear too eager.
"I'll try," I said.
"Please come," she urged me.
"You don't need men that bad, do you," I kidded her. "Or are you really out in the desert there."
"The men around here don't know what to do with a girl that's had too much to drink."
That left me cold. I guess she felt it, cause I heard a little burst of laughter.
"Really do come, Lee. I want to see you. And Lou will be glad too."
"Give her a kiss for me,' I said, "and tell her to give you a kiss for me too."
I went back to work feeling better. My morale was up. That night I went to the drug store to meet the gang, and then I took Judy and Jicky in my Nash. Maybe a car isn't the most comfortable place in the world, but you can always find a new angle. That was anoth-
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er night I slept well.
Next morning, to fill in some things I needed, I went and bought a set of toilet articles and brushes in a leather case, a valise, a new pair of pajamas, and some other little items I didn't have. I didn't want them to think I was a nobody, and I knew just about what was needed to keep from giving that impression.
Thursday evening that week, I was just finishing my records for the day and filling in the necessary forms when, around half past five, I saw Dex's car stop out at the curb. I had already locked up so I went to open up for him and he came in.
"Hiya, Lee," he called out to me, "How's things?"
"Not bad, Dex. And how's your school-work?"
"Oh, I manage. I'm not enough of an athlete to make a real first class alma mater man, you know."
"What brings you around?"
"Oh, I thought I'd take you out to supper somewhere and then take you along to see how you like some of my favorite amusements."
"Thanks, Dex. Just give me about five minutes."
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"I'll wait out in the car."
I stuffed my forms and the cash into the safe, pulled over the iron grillwork and then went out the back way carrying my jacket on my arm. It was very sticky, much too hot for that late date. The heavy, moist air made everything stick to your skin.
"Should I take the guitar along?" I asked Dex.
"No, not necessary. Tonight I'll arrange the amusements."
"Okey Doke."
I got in up front, next to him. There was no comparison between his Packard and my Nash, but he just didn't know how to drive. You've got to be really lousy to race the motor of a Packard "Clipper" in low gear.
"Where are you taking me, Dex?"
"First we'll go eat at the Stork, and then I'll take you where we're going."
"I guess you're going up to the Asquiths Saturday, aren't you."
"Yep. I'll take you along, if you like."
In that way I wouldn't have to show up in my Nash. A front like Dexter was always a good bet.
"Thanks. Glad to."
"Do you play golf, Lee?"
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"Have you got the right clothes, and a set of clubs?"
"Of course not. Who do you think I am, J.R Morgan?"
"The Asquiths have a private links. I'd advise you to say your doctor ordered you not to play."
"Do you think anybody'd believe that?" I muttered.
"And how about bridge."
"Oh, pretty fair."
"Fair, or good?"
"Just fair."
"Then I'd suggest you say that bridge is bad for your heart or something."
"But after all," I insisted, "I can play..."
"Yes, but can you afford to drop five hundred bucks just like that?"
"That wouldn't be so nice."
"Then you'd better follow my advice."
"You're just full of nice suggestions tonight, Dex." I
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I got back to town the next morning and went back to work without having slept at all. I wasn't sleepy. I was still waiting. It finally came about eleven o'clock in the shape of a phone-call. Jean Asquith invited me and Dex and other friends up to her place for the weekend. I accepted of course, but tried not to appear too eager.
"I'll try," I said.
"Please come," she urged me.
"You don't need men that bad, do you," I kidded her. "Or are you really out in the desert there."
"The men around here don't know what to do with a girl that's had too much to drink."
That left me cold. I guess she felt it, cause I heard a little burst of laughter.
"Really do come, Lee. I want to see you. And Lou will be glad too."
"Give her a kiss for me,' I said, "and tell her to give you a kiss for me too."
I went back to work feeling better. My morale was up. That night I went to the drug store to meet the gang, and then I took Judy and Jicky in my Nash. Maybe a car isn't the most comfortable place in the world, but you can always find a new angle. That was anoth-
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er night I slept well.
Next morning, to fill in some things I needed, I went and bought a set of toilet articles and brushes in a leather case, a valise, a new pair of pajamas, and some other little items I didn't have. I didn't want them to think I was a nobody, and I knew just about what was needed to keep from giving that impression.
Thursday evening that week, I was just finishing my records for the day and filling in the necessary forms when, around half past five, I saw Dex's car stop out at the curb. I had already locked up so I went to open up for him and he came in.
"Hiya, Lee," he called out to me, "How's things?"
"Not bad, Dex. And how's your school-work?"
"Oh, I manage. I'm not enough of an athlete to make a real first class alma mater man, you know."
"What brings you around?"
"Oh, I thought I'd take you out to supper somewhere and then take you along to see how you like some of my favorite amusements."
"Thanks, Dex. Just give me about five minutes."
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"I'll wait out in the car."
I stuffed my forms and the cash into the safe, pulled over the iron grillwork and then went out the back way carrying my jacket on my arm. It was very sticky, much too hot for that late date. The heavy, moist air made everything stick to your skin.
"Should I take the guitar along?" I asked Dex.
"No, not necessary. Tonight I'll arrange the amusements."
"Okey Doke."
I got in up front, next to him. There was no comparison between his Packard and my Nash, but he just didn't know how to drive. You've got to be really lousy to race the motor of a Packard "Clipper" in low gear.
"Where are you taking me, Dex?"
"First we'll go eat at the Stork, and then I'll take you where we're going."
"I guess you're going up to the Asquiths Saturday, aren't you."
"Yep. I'll take you along, if you like."
In that way I wouldn't have to show up in my Nash. A front like Dexter was always a good bet.
"Thanks. Glad to."
"Do you play golf, Lee?"
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"Have you got the right clothes, and a set of clubs?"
"Of course not. Who do you think I am, J.R Morgan?"
"The Asquiths have a private links. I'd advise you to say your doctor ordered you not to play."
"Do you think anybody'd believe that?" I muttered.
"And how about bridge."
"Oh, pretty fair."
"Fair, or good?"
"Just fair."
"Then I'd suggest you say that bridge is bad for your heart or something."
"But after all," I insisted, "I can play..."
"Yes, but can you afford to drop five hundred bucks just like that?"
"That wouldn't be so nice."
"Then you'd better follow my advice."
"You're just full of nice suggestions tonight, Dex." I
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