’ Fran moved past him and looked around. ‘I…I really shouldn’t be bothering you,’ she said. ‘Especially if you’re tired. I…I better go...’ She stepped toward the door. Greg took hold of her arm gently. ‘Look, Fran, I meant it. You don’t have to leave,’ he said. ‘I’ll make us some coffee. What’s up?’ ‘I…I was feeling a little lonely. I…I just wanted someone to talk to,’ Fran said. ‘I, ah, I’m not sure, um, you know it…it gets, you know, kind of lonely…sometimes.’ Her voice sounded strained and her. If she was getting close to midnight curfew, she'd call.Once I heard the squealing girls squealing away, I picked up the phone. I called Lizzy's house. Every time I called, I'd be afraid about who I'd have to talk to first. Her dad scared me, but at least he didn't like to waste his time. After about twenty seconds of grilling me, he would either hand me over to Lizzy, or just hang up. Her mom was freaky at the other end of the scale. She'd engage me in conversations that could go on for twenty. He had preserved a tolerably good remembrance of what the youth had been, and was now to find out what the man had become. His comrades believed that his vow was fulfilled. As he had twenty times touched at Leghorn, he remembered a barber in St. Ferdinand Street; he went there to have his beard and hair cut. The barber gazed in amazement at this man with the long, thick and black hair and beard, which gave his head the appearance of one of Titian's portraits. At this period it was not the. " It was also very short," I added.She giggled and nodded.Oh well, it seemed I had little choice. We went upstairs and she changedme, I felt much freer in the short mini dress that I had on before, sheeven allowed me to put on a lower pair of heels. Because girls wore heelswhen they went to stores in the winter. Hmmm."Ready to go?" she asked me."Nope," I answered."Why not?" She looked confused."There is the little matter of turning your pretty little bum red to takecare of first," I informed.