The-Man-Who-Folded-Himself-David-Gerrold
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He went kind of frog-faced at that. He managed to stammer out, “Uh—yes. It’s very exciting.” I<br />
couldn’t help myself. I started giggling; when we got to the car I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I wish<br />
you could have seen your face—“ I said. <strong>The</strong>n I realized. “Well, you will—tomorrow.” He was half<br />
glaring at me. “’Uh—yes. It’s very exciting,’” I mocked. “You looked as if you’d swallowed a frog.”<br />
He stopped in the act of unlocking the passengerside car door. “Why didn’t you let me explain?” he<br />
asked. “She’s my neighbor.”<br />
“She’s my neighbor too,” I pointed out. “Besides, what would you have said? At least I’ve been<br />
through this once before.” I opened my door and got into the car. I could see this twin business was<br />
going to take some getting used to. Already I was noticing the differences between the Dan of today<br />
and the Don of yesterday. Sure, it was only me—but I was beginning to realize that I would never be<br />
the same person twice in a row. And I would never be viewing myself through the same pair of eyes<br />
either. Dan seemed so—uncertain; it was as if he was a little cowed by me. It showed in little things—<br />
his easy acquiescence of the fact that I would drive, for example. All I had done was point him at the<br />
passenger side of the car while I headed toward the driver’s side myself, but he had accepted that. Not<br />
without some resentment, of course; I could see him eyeing me as I unlatched the top, preparatory to<br />
putting it down. “Put on a tape,” I said, pointing at the box of cassettes. I started to name one, then<br />
stopped. “Want me to tell you which one you’re going to choose?” I realized that was a mistake as soon<br />
as I’d said it. “Uh—no, thanks,” he muttered. He was frowning. I could have kicked myself. I’d let<br />
myself get carried away with this wild sense of power. I hadn’t been considerate of Dan at all.<br />
Belatedly, I remembered how I had felt yesterday. Resentful, sullen, and most of all, cautious. Poor<br />
Dan—here he was, flush with excitement, filled with a feeling of omnipotence at the wondrous things<br />
he could do with his timebelt—and I had stolen it all from him. By my mere presence, my know-it-all<br />
attitude and cocksure arrogance, I was relegating him to second fiddle. Of course he wouldn’t like it.<br />
As he put on the tape of Petrouchka, I resolved to try and be more considerate. I should have realized<br />
how he would feel—no, that was wrong, I did know how he felt; I simply hadn’t paid it any mind.<br />
Thinking back, I remembered that as Dan, my arrogance had bothered me only at first—later, as I had<br />
gotten used to the idea of “Don,” I had begun to see the wisdom of following his lead. Or had that been<br />
my reaction to Don’s suddenly realized consideration of me? It didn’t matter. <strong>The</strong>re was bound to be<br />
some confusion at first, on both sides. What counted would be what happened later on, over dinner. I<br />
remembered how good I had felt last night in Don’s presence and I looked forward to it again tonight. I<br />
would make it up to Dan. (<strong>The</strong> reservations—I hadn’t made them yet! No, wait a minute; it was all<br />
right. I could make the reservations any time. All I had to do was flash back a day or so; I could do it<br />
later. Boy, I could get used to this—) I found my way to the track easily enough; I’d been watching<br />
Don yesterday. Today Dan was watching me. Now, if I remembered correctly, there should be a<br />
parking place, right over . . . here. <strong>The</strong>re was, and I pulled neatly into it.<br />
I bought a private box and had no trouble finding it. Dan was properly impressed with how well I<br />
knew my way around; actually, I was trying not to be so cocksure, but it wasn’t easy. He was such a<br />
perfect audience to my newly discovered self-confidence.<br />
After we’d gotten our drinks, I remembered how Don had pretended to study the newspaper yesterday<br />
and how funny I thought that had been. So I did the same thing. I frowned and muttered thoughtfully,<br />
and Danny giggled in appreciation. Maybe he was starting to warm up to me. “I think Absolam’s Ass<br />
looks pretty good in the first,” I announced. “Danny, go put a hundred dollars on Absolam’s Ass. To<br />
win.”<br />
He started fumbling in his pockets. I pulled out some bills from mine. “Here,” I said impulsively,<br />
“make it two hundred.”<br />
He blinked and took the two hundred-dollar bills I was holding out. “You want to get rich?” I said.