such a mess. I didn't even have to say goodbye; just go. My train leaves in three hours. If I go now, I'll still have time to call that little rascal Robert and spend awhile with him.

Well, Paul, I'll give you my address in Carmel. You can write me a note there when I am back in the States.

When, Bill?

Oh six, seven months, I guess. Maybe in time for Christmas. Send me a card, ok? if you haven't forgotten me by then.

I won't ever. You know I'll never forget you, Bill.

We'll see, we'll see, boy. Now I really must run. You be all right.

Bill waved a short salute, turned and walked away quickly before Paul had time to realize it. Paul felt fear invade him, choke him. He could not breathe. His whole body hurt for wanting to run after Bill, Life, that was vanishing away; he could not move. How long did he stand there, in the middle of the afternoon sidewalk, a statue of despair, of utter emptiness. Bill was gone. There was nothing ahead now, nothing to look forward to in the evening, in the days to come, and the weeks and the months and the years; if he lived that long. There was nothing to live for any more, ever. Black. Paul started walking like a marionette, not seeing, unconscious of the sounds and the crowd. He walked, slowly, following the curb, crossing the streets without looking. He sat on a mooring stone on the quay, empty, not even feeling pain. Dusk came swiftly, benignly shadowing everything, making life seem less real and harsh. The street lights reflected in the water started a meaningless dance. The Seine was black, like life, like Paul's bruised soul. He got up and stood on the edge of the quay, hypnotized by the dancing water, his mind a void. He felt himself sway a little in rhythm with the dancing lights; swaying more.

Stop!

Someone grabbed him by the arm, hurting him, tugging him back on the quay. A man who was saying things, words, things that Paul did not comprehend. He resumed his aimless walking, all alone in the emptiness of the warm July night, alone, old and cold at twenty-two.

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