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Still
a
little
shaky
,
she
put
it
away
in
her
suitcase
and
then
put
on
her
coat
and
left
the
motel
room
to
search
for
a
place
to
eat
dinner
.
The
air
smelled
good
and
the
signs
and
lights
of
Cheyenne
seemed
particularly
exciting
.
In
front
of
a
bar
two
pretty
,
black
-
eyed
Indian
prostitutes
quarreling
—
she
slowed
to
watch
.
Many
cars
,
shiny
ones
,
coasted
up
and
down
the
streets
;
the
entire
spectacle
had
an
aura
of
brightness
and
expectancy
,
of
looking
ahead
to
some
happy
and
important
event
,
rather
than
back
…
back
,
she
thought
,
to
the
stale
and
the
dreary
,
the
used
-
up
and
thrown
-
away
.
At
an
expensive
French
restaurant
—
where
a
man
in
a
white
coat
parked
customers
’
cars
,
and
each
table
had
a
candle
burning
in
a
huge
wine
goblet
,
and
the
butter
was
served
not
in
squares
but
whipped
into
round
pale
marbles
—
she
ate
a
dinner
which
she
enjoyed
,
and
then
,
with
plenty
of
time
to
spare
,
strolled
back
toward
her
motel
.
The
Reichsbank
notes
were
almost
gone
,
but
she
did
not
care
;
it
had
no
importance
.
He
told
us
about
our
own
world
,
she
thought
as
she
unlocked
the
door
to
her
motel
room
.
This
,
what
’
s
around
us
now
.
In
the
room
,
she
again
switched
on
the
radio
.
He
wants
us
to
see
it
for
what
it
is
.
And
I
do
,
and
more
so
each
moment
.
Taking
the
blue
Italian
dress
from
its
carton
,
she
laid
it
out
scrupulously
on
the
bed
.
It
had
undergone
no
damage
;
all
it
needed
,
at
most
,
was
a
thorough
brushing
to
remove
the
lint
.
But
when
she
opened
the
other
parcels
she
discovered
that
she
had
not
brought
any
of
the
new
half
-
bras
from
Denver
.
"
God
damn
it
,
"
she
said
,
sinking
down
in
a
chair
.
She
lit
a
cigarette
and
sat
smoking
for
a
time
.
Maybe
she
could
wear
it
with
a
regular
bra
.
She
slipped
off
her
blouse
and
skirt
and
tried
the
dress
on
.
But
the
straps
of
the
bra
showed
and
so
did
the
upper
part
of
each
cup
,
so
that
would
not
do
.
Or
maybe
,
she
thought
,
I
can
go
with
no
bra
at
all
…
it
had
been
years
since
she
had
tried
that
…
it
recalled
to
her
the
old
days
in
high
school
when
she
had
had
a
very
small
bust
;
she
had
even
worried
about
it
,
then
.
But
now
further
maturity
and
her
judo
had
made
her
a
size
thirty
-
eight
.
However
,
she
tried
it
without
the
bra
,
standing
on
a
chair
in
the
bathroom
to
view
herself
in
the
medicine
cabinet
mirror
.
The
dress
displayed
itself
stunningly
,
but
good
lord
,
it
was
too
risky
.
All
she
had
to
do
was
bend
over
to
put
out
a
cigarette
or
pick
up
a
drink
—
and
disaster
.
A
pin
!
She
could
wear
the
dress
with
no
bra
and
collect
the
front
.
Dumping
the
contents
of
her
jewelry
box
onto
the
bed
,
she
spread
out
the
pins
,
relics
which
she
had
owned
for
years
,
given
her
by
Frank
or
by
other
men
before
their
marriage
,
and
the
new
one
which
Joe
had
gotten
her
in
Denver
.
Yes
,
a
small
horse
-
shaped
silver
pin
from
Mexico
would
do
;
she
found
the
exact
spot
.
So
she
could
wear
the
dress
after
all
.
I
’
m
glad
to
get
anything
now
,
she
thought
to
herself
.
So
much
had
gone
wrong
;
so
little
remained
anyhow
of
the
wonderful
plans
.
