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"forties" look with high heel straps and all. When she was home all day, I never knew just who would answer the door at night when I got home. She led me onto experimenting, too, and to changing the way I dressed. She started me off, of course, with the tentative offer of a red silk bodyshirt that really set off my new hair style. I'd plunged for streaking again, even though I couldn't really afford it. Both Dr. Lewis and Mrs. Francek were astounded at the changes in me. And the changes, too, led to Roy Brass taking an interest in me.

Roy Brass was one of the medicine salesmen who occasionally drops by the office. He often exchanged pleasantries with Mrs. Francek and I. He was six feet tall, with leathery skin and a general well-worn expression that I find hard to resist. He was genuinely staggered by my new appearance. I felt his admiring eyes on me as I tried to carry on normally while he chatted to Dr. Lewis. Now, it was a long time since a man followed me with his eyes-in fact, it was the first time it had ever happened to me. You can't imagine how good it made me feel. I was as giggly as a schoolgirl. I was glad Valerie couldn't see me. Then when Roy asked to see me on the weekend ... well, I almost went into shock. You could hardly say I accepted with dignity. I almost grabbed him to say. "Yes." He looked a little doubt- ful then, but I guess he was too much of a gentleman to back out, particularly after my reaction.

Surprisingly to me, Valerie was less enthusiastic than Lou Francek or Dr. Lewis about my going out with Roy. I knew she was working, however, on Saturday and, even though we'd taken to going out to dinners and movies together, usually on Saturdays, I didn't expect her cool reaction. I shrugged it off, though. With a person like her, you couldn't ever be sure, I thought, how she'd take anything. We'd kind of got our living together into a steady routine, particularly at the weekends. Despite winter, we still went for a drive and a walk at the weekends, though I don't know how Valerie stood it, even in her midi- skirts, for she'd never wear pants, even on really cold days. She usually snagged her hose, too, in the wooded places she took me to for walks. She knew the city better than anyone I've ever known. She showed me places I never knew existed, and within just ten minutes of our place. Walks and lanes that were pleasant despite the snow.

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