She had not seen him the whole evening. She rushed over to him, dodging several young men who wanted to have that last dance with her. He looked up wh...n she stepped in front of him and she saw a false smile on his lips.“You have been avoiding me all evening, Richard,” she complained.“I did not want to bother,” was his reply. She could tell the indifference was faux.“This is my very first ball and I enjoyed it very much so far. But this is the last dance, Richard, and I want to share it with. Bob had given her very sketchy information about Jason. Little more than he was barely 12 years older than she was. He was embarrassed to discuss it.She did know that he had tried to get the three of them together a few times but plans just didn't work out. Someone always had plans or changes that canceled even specific meeting dates and places.Jason said he had just a few days before he had to travel."That should be enough time to take care of everything," replied Stan."I thought you had an. "Are you home in the morning?" Yes. I don't have a lecture till 1300." Fine. Phone the box office number in the morning. I'm certain they don't open before 10, most likely not till 11. Have the list and the credit card in front of you. Place the order and have them send us the tickets. I prefer the Premium in the stalls or the circle or the A-reserve in the circle." I can do that." Oh, and have them round up a bit." Round up?" $200 times two times seven is $2800. 10% off makes that just over. The junkshop girl used to ignore me, as I'm sure she ignored all the tire-kickingcustomers. She probably doesn't have many repeat customers though, or evenrepeat fake customers, and lately she has smiled shyly at me when I enter. Shedoes not speak, and I don't really know if we even speak any languages incommon. Her long light brown hair is always pulled back into a loose ponytail,her generous mouth pursed shut.Like the shop, my girl is assembled from random parts. She got her long, bumpednose.