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toasting 72y Bobby. I was right.

“The color drained from Bobby’s face. A look of
desperation showed in his eyes.

“They seemed to be pleading with me not to say
anything, not to make a scene. It took all my
~ strength to resist the temptation to walk to his table
and throw a drink in his face.

“The picture was all too clear. Bobby was kept.
Why hadn’t he told me? Why had he led me down
a garden path? I might have accepted him as he
' was. I didn’t have to be loved. I was hungry for
sex. I would have been satisfied just with that.

“But, no, I had to be made a fool of. .

“I called for my check, paid it, took a fleeting
P glance at Bobby and pushed my way through the

crowd. Fellows I'd spoken to before tried to'get my
attention. I couldn’t see through my tears.

“I climbed into a taxi, stopped at a liquor store
#and bought a flfth I took it home and drank my-
elf to sleep.

“The next day I missed work. For two weeks after
81 missed work, preferring to stay home with my
only friend, the bottle.

“I finally -had to pull myself together because I

ad run out of money