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 Gaylord laughed. "It was that too. Crazy … that's the only word I can think of … mad … I almost got drunk."

"You did?"

"Uh … huh."

"Did you meet any cute gals at the party."

Dusty, Gaylord thought, and said … "I met one. She was something you'd never meet here."

"Pretty?"

"Gosh yes …" Gaylord squared his shoulders … "I say she was pretty … she was a lulu … sweet too."

"Uh … did you go out with her?" Rogers grinned and tossed the damp hair from his forehead.

Gaylord laughed in a series of chuckles. "Oh … Glenn."

"Tell me, Gay."

"Glenn Rogers … stop cracking your knuckles … I'll tell you … She was ok … fun …"

"What else happened …? Did you go to the Cathedral?"

"Yeah … Sunday. Gosh, it's beautiful," Gaylord sighed. "Then we went on down Royal Street, looked in all the shops; went to the cemeteries; down to the Mississippi and looked at the boats … Oh, we just went everywhere." He stopped, noticing a glistening head of hair coming toward them. The face was blurred with another in front of it. It's Bob, he thought and his blood beat rapidly … Here comes Bob.

He had called Blake this morning around seven-thirty, but his mother had informed him that he had left. Going down the hall he had been watching for him … He saw the face and his spirits dropped …

"Hi, Gay," the glistening haired boy smiled.

"Hi, Ramon," he smiled, but his heart wasn't in it.

"Well, here's where I stop," Rogers said with disgust. "Durn Geometry; and I don't know that problem this morning either." Putting a hand on Gaylord's shoulder, he added a couple of slaps and said softly, "Missed you yesterday, Gay."

"Thanks for saying so."

"I mean it."

"I missed you too." 232