High Hunt. David Eddings

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СКАЧАТЬ their jockstraps, the goof-offs in Business Administration, the weird types in the hard sciences, and the campus politicians in the social sciences, have all seen fit at one time or another to question the masculinity of any guy in liberal arts. So we get defensive. We rise above them, like Stan does, or we compensate, like I do. It kind of goes with the territory.

      Anyway, Stan had spent a year picking up my dirty sox and dusting my books, and then he’d given up and moved back to the dorm. Even our literary interests hadn’t coincided. He was involved with Dickens, Tennyson, Wordsworth, and Pope, while I was hung up on Blake, Donne, Faulkner, and Hardy. It’s a wonder we didn’t wind up killing each other.

      I’d dropped him an occasional postcard from Europe, and he’d responded with the beautifully written letters that seemed, to me at least, almost like my picture of Stan himself—neat, florid, and somehow totally empty of any meaning.

      At least he’d be somebody to talk to.

      I wheeled into a tavern parking lot, went in and ordered a beer. I borrowed a phone book from the bartender and leafed through the L’s. He was there all right: Larkin, Stanley, and right above it was Larkin, Monica. Same address, same number. I remembered that he’d mentioned a girl named Monica something or other in a couple of his letters, but I hadn’t paid much attention. Now it looked like he was married. I don’t know why, but he’d never seemed to be the type. I jotted down the number and the address and pushed the phone book back to the bartender.

      I finished my beer and had another, still debating with myself, kind of working myself up to calling him. I have to do that sometimes.

      “Hey, buddy, you got a pay phone?” I finally asked the bartender.

      He pointed back toward the can. I saw it hanging on the wall.

      “Thanks,” I said and went on back. I thumbed in a dime and dialed the number.

      “Hello?” It still sounded like him.

      “Stan? I didn’t really think I’d catch you at home. This is Dan—Dan Alders.”

      “Dan? I thought you were in the Army.”

      “Just got out last weekend. I’m staying here in town, and I thought I’d better look you up.”

      “I guess so. It’s good to hear your voice again. Where are you?” His enthusiasm seemed well-tempered.

      “Close as I can figure, about eighty-seven blocks from your place.”

      “That’s about a fifteen-minute drive. You have a car?”

      “Just got one. I think it’ll make it that far.”

      “Well then, come on over.”

      “You sure I won’t be interrupting anything?”

      “Oh, of course not. Come on, Dan, we know each other better than that.”

      “OK, Stan.” I laughed. “I’ll see you in about fifteen minutes then.”

      “I’ll be waiting for you.”

      I went back to the bar and had another beer. I wasn’t sure this was going to work out. I wouldn’t mind seeing Stan again, but we hadn’t really had a helluva lot in common to begin with, and now he was married, and that along with a couple of years can change a guy quite a bit.

      The more I thought about it, the less I liked it. I went out and climbed in my car. I pulled out of the lot and headed off toward his house, dodging dogs and kids on bicycles, and swearing all the way. It had all the makings of a real bust.

      Oddly enough, it wasn’t. Stan had aged a little. He was a bit heavier, and his forehead was getting higher. He was combing his hair differently to cover it. He was still neat to the point of fussiness. His slacks and sport shirt were flawlessly pressed, and even his shoe-soles were clean. But he seemed genuinely glad to see me, and I relaxed a bit. He showed me around a house that was like a little glass case in a museum, making frequent references to Monica, his wife. The house was small, but everything in it was perfect. I could almost feel the oppressive presence of his bride. The place was so neat that it made me wonder where I could dump my cigarette butt. Stan gracefully provided me with an ashtray—an oversized one, I noticed. He obviously hadn’t forgotten my slobby habits. He had changed in more ways than just his appearance. He seemed to be nervous—even jumpy. He acted like somebody who’s got a body in the cellar or a naked girl in the bedroom. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

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