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She
put
her
hand
on
my
chest
.
"
It
’
s
really
going
,
"
she
said
.
"
Am
I
still
invited
for
Thanksgiving
?
"
"
Sure
,
my
poor
dear
,
don
’
t
worry
,
please
.
"
I
kissed
her
goodnight
,
then
rolled
away
and
tried
to
sleep
.
After
Debra
left
for
work
the
next
morning
I
bathed
,
then
tried
to
watch
t
.
v
.
I
walked
around
naked
and
noticed
that
I
could
be
seen
from
the
street
through
the
front
window
.
So
I
had
a
glass
of
grapefruit
juice
and
dressed
.
Finally
there
was
nothing
to
do
but
go
back
to
my
place
.
There
’
d
be
some
mail
,
maybe
a
letter
from
someone
.
I
made
sure
that
all
the
doors
were
locked
,
then
I
walked
out
to
the
Volks
,
started
it
,
and
drove
back
to
Los
Angeles
.
On
the
way
in
I
remembered
Sara
,
the
third
girl
I
had
met
during
the
reading
at
The
Lancer
.
I
had
her
phone
number
in
my
wallet
.
I
drove
home
,
took
a
crap
,
then
phoned
her
.
"
Hello
,
"
I
said
,
"
this
is
Chinaski
,
Henry
Chinaski
.
.
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
remember
you
.
"
"
What
are
you
doing
?
I
thought
I
might
drive
out
to
see
you
.
"
"
I
have
to
be
at
my
restaurant
today
.
Why
don
’
t
you
come
down
here
?
"
