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.He just looked at her and said nothing."Come on," Melody said."I'll take you out to the post.""Thank you," he said.On the way to the post, she asked: "Where are you going to spend New Year'sEve?""At the club, probably.Not the main club.The annex."F200W.E.B.Gnflin"Who's going to hold your drink for you?" she asked."What do you want from me?" he asked."I was hoping for an invitation," she said."Why would you want to do that? Don't tell me you don't already have a date.""You want to take me or not?""You're not my kind of people," he said."We won't know that until we know each other better, will we?" Melody replied."You wouldn't want to go to the annex," he said."I want to go to the main club with you," Melody said."I'll pick you up andtake you home.You can't drive, anyway.""I drove to the parade ground," he said."I can drive."Page 156ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlShe interpreted that as an acceptance.After she dropped him by his car at theparade ground, she went home and called the boy she had had a date with at theOzark Country Club.She told him she was sorry, but she wouldn't be in town.She tried to call Greer three times between then and NewYear's Eve, but he never answered the telephone.On NewYear's Eve, she got dressed about half past six in an off-the- shoulderevening dress.She tried to call him again.This time his phcine gave her abusy signal.When she kept trying, and still got the busy signal, she decidedthe phone was off the hook, whether by accident or intentionally.When he didn't show up by seven thirty, she wondered if she had the courage togo out there.She worried that she was frightening him off.When it was timefor her parents to go out to the post, and he still hadn't showed up, she liedto them.She told them he had called and was delayed, and that they should go out.Shewould be along later.When he didn't come by half past eight, she went out and got in the Fordconvertible, and crying, told herself that she was going to go out to his BOQand really tell him off.If he didn't want to take her out, he should havebeen enough of a gentleman to tell her so, not let her get all dressed up andthen not show up.When she got to the post, she realized she didn't know where he lived.Sheturned around and went back to the MP house at the gate, where an obliging MP,who made it plain he thought she was something special as a woman, looked upGREER, Edw C WOJG (USAACDA) in the post telephone book.He lived in BOQ T-108,he told her, which was down behind the field house.Melody found T- 108, one of three identical two-story buildings in a row,without any trouble.And Greer's car was in the puking lot, the only onethere.His name was on a small cardboard sign stapled to a door on the second floor.She knocked on the door."Go the fuck away!" he called out.Melody flushed and started to turn to leave.But then she realized that hedidn't know, couldn't know, that it was her.She went to the door, and raised her hand to knock again.Then she changed her mind and pushed it open.He was sitting in an upholstered chair, a magazine in his lap, a bottle ofwhiskey and a glass on a table beside him.A television set was playing.When he saw her, he looked away.Then he got up and looked out the window.Shesaw that he was wearing a purple bathrobe and white pajama bottoms.A pair ofwhite hospital slippers was in front of the chair.He had stolen them, shePage 157ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlrealized.Then she thought, if I knew he didn't have a bathrobe or pajamas, Iwould have bought them for him for Christmas."What the hell's the matter with you?" he asked, his back to her."Coming to aBOQ?""I thought we had a date," she said."You thought that," he accused."I didn't say anything.""I broke my date to go with you," she said."Jesus H.Christ!" he said.She started to cry."Oh, for Christ's sake!" Greer said."What the hell is the matter with youanyway?""Why didn't you call me?" she asked."You could have at least called me.""I thought you'd get the message," he said."Jesus, what do you want from me,anyway?""This is how you're going to spend New Year's Eve? All alone? Getting drunk byyourself? What's wrong with you, anyhow?""Look, Melody, or whatever your name is.""You know damned well what my name is!""Look, honey," he said, "you don't want to get involved with somebody likeme [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]