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It
was
almost
three
o
’
clock
when
Mary
Jane
finally
found
Eloise
’
s
house
.
She
explained
to
Eloise
,
who
had
come
out
to
the
driveway
to
meet
her
,
that
everything
had
been
absolutely
perfect
,
that
she
had
remembered
the
way
exactly
,
until
she
had
turned
off
the
Merrick
Parkway
.
Eloise
said
,
"
Merritt
Parkway
,
baby
,
"
and
reminded
Mary
Jane
that
she
had
found
the
house
twice
before
,
but
Mary
Jane
just
wailed
something
ambiguous
,
something
about
her
box
of
Kleenex
,
and
rushed
back
to
her
convertible
.
Eloise
turned
up
the
collar
of
her
camel
’
s
-
hair
coat
,
put
her
back
to
the
wind
,
and
waited
.
Mary
Jane
was
back
in
a
minute
using
a
leaf
of
Kleenex
and
still
looking
upset
,
even
fouled
.
Eloise
said
cheerfully
that
the
whole
damn
lunch
was
burned
—
sweetbreads
,
everything
—
but
Mary
Jane
said
she
’
d
eaten
anyway
,
on
the
road
.
As
the
two
walked
toward
the
house
,
Eloise
asked
Mary
Jane
how
it
happened
she
had
the
day
off
.
Mary
Jane
said
she
didn
’
t
have
the
whole
day
off
;
it
was
just
that
Mr
.
Weyinburg
had
a
hernia
and
was
home
in
Larchmont
,
and
she
had
to
bring
him
his
mail
and
take
a
couple
of
letters
every
afternoon
.
She
asked
Eloise
,
"
Just
exactly
what
is
a
hernia
,
anyway
?
"
Eloise
,
dropping
her
cigarette
on
the
soiled
snow
underfoot
,
said
she
didn
’
t
actually
know
but
that
Mary
Jane
didn
’
t
have
to
worry
much
about
getting
one
.
Mary
Jane
said
,
"
Oh
,
"
and
the
two
girls
entered
the
house
.
Twenty
minutes
later
,
they
were
finishing
their
first
highball
in
the
living
room
and
were
talking
in
the
manner
peculiar
,
probably
limited
,
to
former
college
roommates
.
They
had
an
even
stronger
bond
between
them
;
neither
of
them
had
graduated
.
Eloise
had
left
college
in
the
middle
of
her
sophomore
year
,
in
1942
,
a
week
after
she
had
been
caught
with
a
soldier
in
a
closed
elevator
on
the
third
floor
of
her
residence
hall
.
Mary
Jane
had
left
—
same
year
,
same
class
,
almost
the
same
month
—
to
marry
an
aviation
cadet
stationed
in
Jacksonville
,
Florida
,
a
lean
,
air
-
minded
boy
from
Dill
,
Mississippi
,
who
had
spent
two
of
the
three
months
Mary
Jane
had
been
married
to
him
in
jail
for
stabbing
an
M
.
P
.
"
No
,
"
Eloise
was
saying
.
"
It
was
actually
red
.
"
She
was
stretched
out
on
the
couch
,
her
thin
but
very
pretty
legs
crossed
at
the
ankles
.
"
I
heard
it
was
blond
,
"
Mary
Jane
repeated
.
She
was
seated
in
the
blue
straight
chair
.
"
Wuddayacallit
swore
up
and
down
it
was
blond
.
"
"
Uh
-
uh
.
Definitely
.
"
Eloise
yawned
.
"
I
was
almost
in
the
room
with
her
when
she
dyed
it
.
What
’
s
the
matter
?
Aren
’
t
there
any
cigarettes
in
there
?
"
"
It
’
s
all
right
.
I
have
a
whole
pack
,
"
Mary
Jane
said
.
"
Somewhere
.
"
She
searched
through
her
handbag
.
"
That
dopey
maid
,
"
Eloise
said
without
moving
from
the
couch
.
"
I
dropped
two
brand
-
new
cartons
in
front
of
her
nose
about
an
hour
ago
.
She
’
ll
be
in
,
any
minute
,
to
ask
me
what
to
do
with
them
.
Where
the
hell
was
I
?
"
"
Thieringer
,
"
Mary
Jane
prompted
,
lighting
one
of
her
own
cigarettes
.
"
Oh
,
yeah
.
I
remember
exactly
.
She
dyed
it
the
night
before
she
married
that
Frank
Henke
.
You
remember
him
at
all
?
"
