Chapter 12
Leslie was morose, depressed, withdrawn. She couldn't keep it from showing, hard as she tried, and perhaps that was the reason Jack suggested that she come over to his apartment for dinner that evening. She had happened across him and Audrey in a campus coffee joint. Jack had turned toward Audrey and had added, "You'll come, too, of course."
Audrey was already there and wearing an apron when Leslie arrived at six. She had prepared some Italian-style veal, spaghetti, and a tossed salad, and Jack had a bottle of excellent barberone to go with it. After a thoroughly enjoyable meal, they put a few records on the player and settled down with light highballs-just enough Scotch to take the curse off the water and indulged in the usual exchange of gossip, rumor, and shop talk.
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