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Chapter 74

           Ihadmybaggagewithmeandsowewentrighttothecar.

           "MyGod,"saidKeesing,"Ineversawanybodygetoffofanairplanelookinglikethat."

           Ihadonmydeadfather’sovercoat,whichwastoolarge.Mypantsweretoolong,thecuffscamedownovertheshoesandthatwasgoodbecausemystockingsdidn’tmatch,andmyshoesweredownattheheels.IhatedbarberssoIcutmyownhairwhenIcouldn’tgetawomantodoit.Ididn’tliketoshaveandIdidn’tlikelongbeards,soIscissoredmyselfeverytwoorthreeweeks.MyeyesightwasbadbutIdidn’tlikeglassessoIdidn’twearthemexcepttoread.Ihadmyownteethbutnotthatmany.MyfaceandmynosewereredfromdrinkingandthelighthurtmyeyessoIsquintedthroughtinyslits.Iwouldhavefitintoanyskidrowanywhere.

           Wedroveoff.

           "Weexpectedsomebodyquitedifferent,"saidCecelia.

           "Oh?"

           "Imean,yourvoiceissosoft,andyouseemgentle.Billexpectedyoutogetofftheplanedrunkandcursing,makingpassesatthewomen..."

           "Ineverpumpupmyvulgarity.Iwaitforittoarriveonitsownterms."

           "You’rereadingtomorrownight,"saidBill.

           "Good,we’llhavefuntonightandforgeteverything."

           Wedroveon.

           ThatnightKeesingwasasinterestingashislettersandpoems.Hehadthegoodsensetostayawayfromliteratureinourconversation,exceptnowandthen.Wetalkedaboutotherthings.Ididn’thavemuchluckinpersonwithmostpoetsevenwhentheirlettersandpoemsweregood.I’dmetDouglasFazzickwithlessthancharmingresults.

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