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 thing?" . . . "Yah, the boy is going to go south on us." . ..

They were kidding him, but it didn't matter now. Nothing mattered except Brad. "Got to go," he insisted. "Damn place makes me sick."

But when he was outside he thought, "Now that was dumb! Brad didn't want me to see him—why am I following him like this?" He was relieved for Brad's sake that he did not encounter him anywhere about the building nor in the yard where the cars were parked. "Probably had Eunice's coupé and dashed home in it," he decided.

He would not go back into the dance hall. He felt that he never wanted to see it again. He waited a few minutes, to give Brad a fair head-start; then he drove back to town slowly, his face a drawn white oval above the steering wheel.

When he and Brad met accidentally in a stationery store a few days later, both of them behaved as though they had not seen one another in weeks.

The Musical Club concert that initiated the holidays went off better than anyone could possibly have expected, and when it was over Jock stayed on for a little visit with Bones Allen, whose parents lived in Boston. He had not wanted particularly to do this, succumbing without enthusiasm to Bones' urgent entreaties, but he was glad afterward that he had. And this was because of Bones' sister.

Not a girl he'd ever fall in love with, he told himself, even if he were not already so much in love with Yvonne that no other girl on earth mattered. Just a