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SEPTEMBER 27, 1985—SYRACUSE, NEW YORKI manage to get through the rest of the week without looking like an i***t among my classmates and Robbie’s friends, who apparently are mine as well. It’s rather maddening playing these games to ferret out names and other information about them that I would be expected to know. The secret, I’ve learned, is to keep my mouth shut and listen for dropped names and clues. With Monica it’s a bit easier because I can go digging around the house for evidence when she’s not home, and of course there’s Tommy, who provides loads of information, unaware I should know these things already. I’ve been playing this game with him where I ask him things like, “Do you remember our first vacation? Where did we go?” I say it in a chipper voice, encouraging him, and he te
