You Play the Black & the Red Comes Up Up
“ The fellow whose guitar he busted didn't get sore.
After that they all went home, and I hung around until there was only one fire left down the beach, where a fellow and a girl were wrapped in a blanket.
I don't know why, but I felt awful bad.
Chapter Sixteen THIS GIRL IS DIFFERENT Way past midnight I was on my way home from the chute concession, crossing Shore Front Boulevard, when I saw the swimming-girl again. She was all dressed this time. She looked different but I kn...ew her. I could always remember her face. She was sitting in a Packard roadster, not saying anything; just sitting there watching me. I went over.
"Hello," I said. "Been swimming lately?" She didn't pay any attention to that. She said, "I've been looking for you." "I was looking for you, too, the other night," I said. "Where did you go?" "Home," she said.
"Fine," I said.MoreLess
After that they all went home, and I hung around until there was only one fire left down the beach, where a fellow and a girl were wrapped in a blanket.
I don't know why, but I felt awful bad.
Chapter Sixteen THIS GIRL IS DIFFERENT Way past midnight I was on my way home from the chute concession, crossing Shore Front Boulevard, when I saw the swimming-girl again. She was all dressed this time. She looked different but I kn...ew her. I could always remember her face. She was sitting in a Packard roadster, not saying anything; just sitting there watching me. I went over.
"Hello," I said. "Been swimming lately?" She didn't pay any attention to that. She said, "I've been looking for you." "I was looking for you, too, the other night," I said. "Where did you go?" "Home," she said.
"Fine," I said.MoreLess
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