"Then how did you know I was talking about Mr. I wasn't there, didn't see it, don't know what you're talking about. ![]() "Look, Steve," I interrupted, "whatever happened between you and Mr. "You didn't see me talking to Vur Horston?" You didn't get lost the night of the freak show, did you? You stuck around, up in the balcony probably, and saw what happened between me and Vur Horston." "I was confused at first," Steve said, "but then I figured it out. It was a lame excuse, but I couldn't think of a better one. "You're not very good at basketball," I said. You didn't even pick me when we were playing basketball in gym last Thursday." "It wasn't obvious at first, but each day you've been spending less time with me. "You've been steering clear of me these past two weeks," he said. "What do you mean?" I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. "Why have you been avoiding me?" he asked softly. "It seems longer." He sat on the bed and turned his eyes on me. "I'd almost forgotten what this place looks like," he said. ![]() He gazed around my room as though he hadn't been there for months. I saw him when I was halfway down, paused, then shouted for him to come up. We hadn't said much to each other all week and he was the last person I was expecting. STEVE POPPED OVER FOR A VISIT late Saturday afternoon.
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