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"Jesus, look at you"

I hauled irl, wearing a summer dress of pale blue linen I note the dress first because it is the easiest thing to describe about her I do not h she was; rather, I wish todistinctive and therefore unclassifiable (unlike Lucessi’s sister, whose ice-pick perfection was a di ure, slender and small-breasted, almost boyish; the petite forrime; her heart-shaped face and daed by clips or barrettes, cut to her shining, sun-touched shoulders--but the whole, as they say, was greater than the su to his feet, trying not to spill his drink He threw his ar, which she pushed back fro slasses, perfectly round, that on another woht have seemed mannish but in her case didn’t at all

"You’re drunk"

"Not in the least More like in the most Not as bad as ainst the side of his erated whisper: "Don’t tell hi" He lifted his glass "Have one?"

"I have to meet my adviser in half an hour"

"I’ll take that as a yes Tiirlfriend Liz, Tim Don’t recall his last name, but I’irl a cocktail"

The polite thing to do would have been to stand, but soainst it Also, I wasn’t sure I could actually accomplish this

"Hi," I said

She sat on the bed, folded her slender legs beneath herself, and drew the hem of her dress over her knees "How do you do, Tiin "Tim here is from Ohio That’s about all I reht she oon "I’ve alanted to go there What’s it like?"

"You’re kidding"

She laughed "Okay, a little But it’s your ho"

Her directness was totally disar worthy of it What was there to say about the houess" I winced inwardly at the lameness of the relass, which she accepted without looking at hiood I like nice What else?"

She had yet to avert her eyes froh not unwelcome--far from it I saw that she had a faint swirl of peach fuzz, deith sweat, above her upper lip