incistod she'd left no forwarding address, even though

I told her I'd sent two letters that hadn't been returned, and the only conclusion I could come to was that sho Just didn't want to see

or anyone else.

A year later I had to go back to college to take cortain required courses to get my teacher's credential. I was just about to leave the classroom after the first lesson in a sociology cource when a girl stopped me and said, "Hello, Jack."

She had changed so it took me nearly half a minute to recognize her. It was Carol. Her hair was out in an indeterminate oross between a bob and an Italian hairout that made her face round and ovor-plump like a Dutch doll's. It was now a dark, dirtyish-looking brown and gave an effect of being lank and unkempt. The smudges under her eyes were now permanent shadows, the glow had gone from her skin and, like her drab-colored sweater and skirt, her lipstick and the necklace of wooden beads around her neck seemed more like casual afterthoughts than something she wore because she liked them.

"It's

She told me that she was majoring in psychology. not acting, of course," she said, "but it's almost along the same lines, since you get at what poople aro like inside. Someday or other I'll get around to acting again, when I have the time."

A shorter, thin girl with glasses and sharp featuros came striding up and she introduced us. "This is Janoy, my roommate. Maybe you'd like to have coffee with us over at the cafeteria?"

We did, then and several other times. Janey was always prosent. She had a quick, acute mind but sometimes she would show flashes of an almost mooking malice that made me a little uncomf or table. "Cerol," she interrupted us once with a look of sly mischief on her face while wo were talking about music, "look."

Carol looked across the tables of students at the strikingly handsome dark haired girl she was indicating. "Oh, yes," she said, "I've sometimes wondered." There

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