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So
damned
attractive
.
So
full
of
life
and
excitement
.
Her
voice
,
her
eyes
—
everything
about
her
was
an
invita
tion
.
And
she
lived
out
the
window
and
just
a
fire
escape
away
.
June
20
Perhaps
I
should
have
waited
before
going
to
see
Matt
;
or
not
gone
to
see
him
at
all
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
Noth
ing
turns
out
the
way
I
expect
it
to
.
With
the
clue
that
Matt
had
opened
a
barbershop
somewhere
in
the
Bronx
,
it
was
a
simple
matter
to
find
him
.
I
remembered
he
had
sold
for
a
barber
supply
company
in
New
York
.
That
led
me
to
Metro
Barber
Shop
Supplies
who
had
a
barbershop
ac
count
under
the
name
of
Gordons
Barber
Shop
on
Went
-
worth
Street
in
the
Bronx
.
Matt
had
often
talked
about
a
barbershop
of
his
own
.
How
he
hated
selling
!
What
battles
they
had
about
it
!
Rose
screaming
that
a
salesman
was
at
least
a
dignified
occupa
tion
,
but
she
would
never
have
a
barber
for
a
husband
.
And
oh
,
wouldn
’
t
Margaret
Phinney
snicker
at
the
"
bar
ber
’
s
wife
.
"
And
what
about
Lois
Meiner
whose
husband
was
a
claims
examiner
for
the
Alarm
Casualty
Company
?
Wouldn
’
t
she
stick
her
nose
up
in
the
air
!
During
the
years
he
worked
as
a
salesman
,
hating
every
day
of
it
(
especially
after
he
saw
the
movie
version
of
Death
of
a
Salesman
)
Matt
dreamed
that
he
would
some
day
become
his
own
boss
.
That
must
have
been
in
his
mind
in
those
days
when
he
talked
about
saving
money
and
gave
me
my
haircuts
down
in
the
basement
.
They
were
good
haircuts
too
,
he
boasted
,
a
lot
better
than
I
’
d
get
in
that
cheap
barbershop
on
Scales
Avenue
.
When
he
walked
out
on
Rose
,
he
walked
out
on
selling
too
,
and
I
admired
him
for
that
.
I
was
excited
at
the
thought
of
seeing
him
.
Memories
were
warm
ones
.
Matt
had
been
willing
to
take
me
as
I
was
.
Before
Norma
:
the
arguments
that
weren
’
t
about
money
or
impressing
the
neighbors
were
about
me
—
that
I
should
be
let
alone
instead
of
being
pushed
to
do
what
other
kids
did
.
And
after
Norma
:
that
I
had
a
right
to
a
life
of
my
own
even
though
I
wasn
’
t
like
other
children
.
Always
de
fending
me
.
I
couldn
’
t
wait
to
see
the
expression
on
his
face
.
He
was
someone
I
’
d
be
able
to
share
this
with
.
Wentworth
Street
was
a
rundown
section
of
the
Bronx
.
Most
of
the
stores
on
the
street
had
"
For
Rent
"
signs
in
the
windows
,
and
others
were
closed
for
the
day
.
But
halfway
down
the
block
from
the
bus
stop
there
was
a
barber
pole
reflecting
a
candy
cane
of
light
from
the
window
.
