“Golf. Let’s play golf. Not now, I don’t mean. Next holiday. We’ve got Election Day coming up. I’ll borrow Pop’s clubs and take the subway and meet you here. How about ten o’clock?”
“Hunh?” Mary looks startled. “Well, I suppose I could try, or anyway I could walk around.”
“It’s easy. I’ll show you.” The two times I played, I only hit the ball decently about four or five times. But the times I did hit it, it seemed easy.
We get to Mary’s house and I put the bikes away and give her back her brother’s jacket. “I guess I’ll go right along. It’s getting late. See you Election Day.”
“O.K., bye. Say—thanks for the ferry ride!”
15
Wednesday night before Thanksgiving I go down to the delicatessen to buy some coke, so I can really enjoy myself watching TV. Tom is just finishing work at the flower shop, and I ask him if he wants to come along home.