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there was none and by this time they were on their way out, Jim Thaxton having paid for the coffee.

"Goodbye, Anne.”

"I'll see you tonight," she smiled back.

About four hours later-maybe a little more--Anne was still thinking about Jim. She wondered whether he really had a job open for her, or whether this was only his line that he gave to each prospective secretary.

It was too easy. She brushed at her hair, bringing the natural gloss onto the surface until she literally glistened. Anne kept thinking and turning the whole situation over in her mind. Why would this "dashing young businessman." which Jim surely was, offer a private dinner-- but not offer to pick her up before hand. Why was he (or was he?) too afraid of his pool secretaries to invite her upstairs to his office?

On the other hand, she thought as she was doing her nails, per- haps he remembers something about me from Mill Valley those long years ago. Incredible, she thought, for she had been very careful not to tell anyone about her experiences in detail or her feelings at the time.

She thought more about these days, and as the afternoon went on she remembered her occasional indiscretions. Once a girl had challenged her to a fight while she was in a church--she had had to admit the truth to the girl because she hadn't wanted to hurt her. But that little girl hadn't believed Anne anyhow; instead, she'd laughed at Anne, taunting her for weeks after. That was until they'd fought and Anne had let her win to keep her quiet. It had and Anne couldn't remember seeing the little girl again. It was very humiliating at the time.

But Anne had enjoyed it. She had imagined the little girl was a small boy at the time because her parents had told her that little girls didn't hurt people. That was why Anne didn't fight the little girl.

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