Smith looked like nothing so much as a successful banker in his grey Saville Row suit, crisp white shirt and what looked suspiciously like a Guards ne...ktie. After shaking our hands he invited us to seat ourselves on a comfortable Chesterfield and sat down opposite us in a large wing-backed armchair. He said that his secretary, an attractive young woman sitting to one side of the room who was also expensively but soberly dressed, would be taking notes if we didn't mind. She would assist us with. "I'm a football player. That's not the sort of thing I want to get around." And just what if I want to tell the whole school that Tony Sims is sensitive and caring AND likes school." You can be replaced you know," I said, putting my hands on her hips and looking into her eyes. God! I loved her eyes. I understood now why poets spent so much time talking about limpid pools or lipid pools or tepid pools or whatever it was."Yeah, by who?" she demanded. "Robbie dumped you, remember?" There's always. They told him that he should have more fun. He tried, but it wasn't always easy.Jim parked in the fraternity's parking lot and left his car there and he and Hildy walked the half-mile to the stadium. It beat paying for parking in the stadium lot, with an after-game traffic jam on the side. Better yet, it was the perfect setup to pop into the house for an after game drink and then make a quick escape at the right moment.Jim and Hildy did meet Darlene and Rich at the gate after the game and they. I watched her write the word 'red' on the back of the bill.I slowly watched the word fade out of existence, and then back in again as I concentrated on it. "Wow." I think I'll keep this, Carter." Good idea."Later, on the drive home, just outside Sacramento, in the early afternoon, from nowhere, I just thought, and then said. "Interesting!" What is?" Huh?" I said."Carter, you just said 'interesting'." I did?"Martine made another word-note on a credit card slip.That evening, at my house, Martine.