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I
pushed
the
door
,
and
froze
,
because
standing
in
front
of
an
easel
,
painting
,
was
a
slender
blonde
in
pink
bra
and
panties
.
"
Sorry
!
"
I
gasped
,
closing
the
door
again
.
From
out
side
,
I
shouted
.
"
I
’
m
your
neighbor
across
the
hall
.
I
locked
myself
out
,
and
I
wanted
to
use
the
fire
escape
to
get
over
to
my
window
.
"
The
door
swung
open
and
she
faced
me
,
still
in
her
underwear
,
a
brush
in
each
hand
and
hands
on
her
hips
.
"
Didn
’
t
you
hear
me
say
come
in
?
"
She
waved
me
into
the
apartment
,
pushing
away
a
carton
full
of
trash
.
"
Just
step
over
that
pile
of
junk
there
.
"
I
thought
she
must
have
forgotten
—
or
not
realized
—
she
was
undressed
,
and
I
didn
’
t
know
which
way
to
look
.
I
kept
my
eyes
averted
,
looking
at
the
walls
,
ceiling
,
every
where
but
at
her
.
The
place
was
a
shambles
.
There
were
dozens
of
little
folding
snack
-
tables
,
all
covered
with
twisted
tubes
of
paint
,
most
of
them
crusted
dry
like
shriveled
snakes
,
but
some
of
them
alive
and
oozing
ribbons
of
color
.
Tubes
,
brushes
,
cans
,
rags
,
and
parts
of
frames
and
canvas
were
strewn
everywhere
.
The
place
was
thick
with
the
odor
compounded
of
paint
,
linseed
oil
,
and
turpentine
—
and
after
a
few
moments
the
subtle
aroma
of
stale
beer
.
Three
overstuffed
chairs
and
a
mangy
green
couch
were
piled
high
with
discarded
clothing
,
and
on
the
floor
lay
shoes
,
stockings
and
underthings
,
as
if
she
were
in
the
habit
of
undressing
as
she
walked
and
flinging
her
clothes
as
she
went
.
A
fine
layer
of
dust
covered
everything
.
"
Well
,
you
’
re
Mr
.
Gordon
,
"
she
said
,
looking
me
over
.
"
I
’
ve
been
dying
to
get
a
peek
at
you
ever
since
you
moved
in
.
Have
a
seat
.
"
She
scooped
up
a
pile
of
clothing
from
one
of
the
chairs
and
dumped
it
onto
the
crowded
sofa
.
"
So
you
finally
decided
to
visit
your
neighbors
.
Get
you
a
drink
?
"
"
You
’
re
a
painter
,
"
I
burbled
,
for
want
of
something
to
say
.
I
was
unnerved
by
the
thought
that
any
moment
she
would
realize
she
was
undressed
and
would
scream
and
dash
for
the
bedroom
.
I
tried
to
keep
my
eyes
moving
,
looking
everywhere
but
at
her
.
"
Beer
or
ale
?
Nothing
else
in
the
place
right
now
ex
cept
cooking
sherry
.
You
don
’
t
want
cooking
sherry
,
do
you
?
"
