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"
Did
you
give
her
my
regards
?
"
I
asked
him
.
"
Yeah
.
"
The
hell
he
did
,
the
bastard
.
"
What
'd
she
say
?
"
I
said
.
"
Did
you
ask
her
if
she
still
keeps
all
her
kings
in
the
back
row
?
"
"
No
,
I
did
n't
ask
her
.
What
the
hell
ya
think
we
did
all
night
--
play
checkers
,
for
Chrissake
?
"
I
did
n't
even
answer
him
.
God
,
how
I
hated
him
.
"
If
you
did
n't
go
to
New
York
,
where
'd
ya
go
with
her
?
"
I
asked
him
,
after
a
little
while
.
I
could
hardly
keep
my
voice
from
shaking
all
over
the
place
.
Boy
,
was
I
getting
nervous
.
I
just
had
a
feeling
something
had
gone
funny
.
He
was
finished
cutting
his
damn
toenails
.
So
he
got
up
from
the
bed
,
in
just
his
damn
shorts
and
all
,
and
started
getting
very
damn
playful
.
He
came
over
to
my
bed
and
started
leaning
over
me
and
taking
these
playful
as
hell
socks
at
my
shoulder
.
"
Cut
it
out
,
"
I
said
.
"
Where
'd
you
go
with
her
if
you
did
n't
go
to
New
York
?
"
"
Nowhere
.
We
just
sat
in
the
goddam
car
.
"
He
gave
me
another
one
of
those
playful
stupid
little
socks
on
the
shoulder
.
"
Cut
it
out
,
"
I
said
.
"
Whose
car
?
"
