Dean and I drove back to the pad and found Marylou in bed. Dunkel was roaming his ghost around New York. Dean told her what we had decided. She said she was pleased. I wasn’t so sure myself. I had to prove that I’d go through with it. The-bed had been the deathbed of a big man and sagged in the middle. Marylou lay there, with Dean and myself on each side of her, poised on the upjutting mattress-ends, not knowing what to say. I said, " Ah hell, I can’t do this. "
" Go on, man, you promised! " said Dean.
" What about Marylou? " I said. " Come on, Marylou, what do you think? "
" Go ahead, " she said.
She embraced me and I tried to forget old Dean was there. Every time I realized he was there in the dark, listening for every sound, I couldn’t do anything but laugh. It was horrible.
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