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All
right
,
she
replied
.
We
began
to
phone
one
another
.
Finally
she
gave
me
her
arrival
date
at
L
.
A
.
International
.
I
’
ll
be
there
,
I
told
her
,
nothing
will
stop
me
.
I
kept
the
date
in
mind
.
It
was
never
any
problem
creating
a
split
with
Lydia
.
I
was
naturally
a
loner
,
content
just
to
live
with
a
woman
,
eat
with
her
,
sleep
with
her
,
walk
down
the
street
with
her
.
I
didn
’
t
want
conversation
,
or
to
go
anywhere
except
the
racetrack
or
the
boxing
matches
.
I
didn
’
t
understand
t
.
v
.
I
felt
foolish
paying
money
to
go
into
a
movie
theatre
and
sit
with
other
people
to
share
their
emotions
.
Parties
sickened
me
.
I
hated
the
game
-
playing
,
the
dirty
play
,
the
flirting
,
the
amateur
drunks
,
the
bores
.
But
parties
,
dancing
,
small
talk
energized
Lydia
.
She
considered
herself
a
sexpot
.
But
she
was
a
little
too
obvious
.
So
our
arguments
often
grew
out
of
my
wish
for
no
-
people
-
at
-
all
versus
her
wish
for
as
-
many
-
people
-
as
-
often
-
as
-
possible
.
A
couple
of
days
before
Mindy
’
s
arrival
I
started
it
.
We
were
on
the
bed
together
.
"
Lydia
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
,
why
are
you
so
stupid
?
Don
’
t
you
realize
I
’
m
a
loner
?
A
recluse
?
I
have
to
be
that
way
to
write
.
"
"
How
can
you
learn
anything
about
people
if
you
don
’
t
meet
them
?
"
"
I
already
know
all
about
them
.
"
"
Even
when
we
go
out
to
eat
in
a
restaurant
,
you
keep
your
head
down
,
you
don
’
t
look
at
anybody
.
"
"
Why
make
myself
sick
?
"
