just like to see good guys beat up bad buys. It's now all in the sub-conscious or something.

He was even more serious when he said:

Could be so about me . . . my father died when I was a kid. You are really a character!

Gordon laughed at him again.

On Sunday, he went to Gordon's again and helped paint the tiny kitchen. Gordon put up the newly cleaned draperies which stretched across one full wall of the living room. The bookshelves around the red-brick fireplace were polished, with the books, vases and pictures re-arranged on them once more. He thought Gordon's home was lovely.

It's a very warm room . . . the feeling, I mean . . . is one of warmth. I guess because of all the red and brown.

I'm proud of it; I had let it slip some, but now it's traveling in style againGordon would treat him to a movie for being such a hard-working assistant. We'll go see "Shane" again, Gordon teased.

That type movie is too deep for you.

he retorted.

He was working part-time again. He'd heard from the employment agency on Monday morning and would be typing for a Northrop Corporation on West 57th Street for the next two weeks. He was free, mornings, to visit the agent and production offices in quest of theatre work. This he did not do, but slept late instead. Gordon called him Wednesday morning.

Hi, did I wake you?

No, been up for quite a while... a lie.

How's the job?

Oh, the same old junk. The people there are nice enough though.

I have two tickets for a play in the Village. "Summer And Smoke" is being done down there.

Yes, I've heard that it's tremendous. Geraldine Page is this new actress, that's a great new talent, they say.

Oh, you know all about it.

God, yes. Want to Go?

I'd like to very much. I've been wanting to see it . . . thanks for asking. Good.

They both loved the show-discussed Williams, the new actress, that particular theatre. Gordon had arranged for them to meet some people he knew at a small bar nearby. They were very nice-a married couple, two years in America, from England where he'd been a radio actor, she an interior decorator. Both were very friendly, talkative, and anxious to see him again . . . they said.

They taxied to Gordon's apartment to have some coffee and to see his latest decorative additions. The coffee was good; Gordon had an expensive electric coffee-pot. The new pictures were small, 5x7, clown drawings-four of them arranged on the wall above the phonograph. He looked at them and thought them pleasant and colorful.

Now,look at them again . . . one of them is quite clever. Gordon looked directly at him.

One is really a drawing of a phallus . . . the clown's form is a disguise . . Look... which one is it?

He was a little shocked and more than a little embarrassed.

Well... I... oh yes, my god... this one is . . . the blue one.

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