"Happy now?”

"Yes Jean, I feel a lot prettier!"

"You could feel just as pretty with your own hair. Its really long enough, we're going to have to do something about it sooner or later."

We gathered our purses, and scarves and set off for the club. By the time we arrived the lounge was about half full, and the band was play- ing. Jean lead the way to a table on the side, and we ordered a drink. Almost immediately the inevitable happened, and when I lifted my head to look around, a tall smiling man of about thirty was standing beside my chair. I looked over toward Jean, just in time to see her leav- ing for the dance floor on the arm of an equally good looking man. I was all alone, and trapped!

"Hell-o, can I have this dance with you?"

“Well . . . um . . . no I don't think so, I'm a little tired.”

"Oh, mind if I just sit here and talk?"

Before I could object or justify an excuse, he was seated.

"I'm Bill Conners, I don't think I've seen you around here before.”

"No, I've just . . . just gotten to Japan, to visit."

"What's your name?"

"Brenda Stevens."

"Miss or Mrs?"

"Miss, of course, or I wouldn't have let you sit down at all," I replied.

"That sounds like an invitation," he came back with a smile.

"Mr. Connors, I don't know what you mean, but if you are being sug- gestive, I suggest to you that you do it somewhere else!"

"I'm sorry, Brenda, you must have misunderstood me. It's just that a doctor here, doesn't get to meet girls as pretty as you every day. I'd

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