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328 Cecelia Ahernat him. I think he’s on to me so I decided to stay home tonight. The otherreason for me writing is that I’m pretending to Katie that I’m studying. Weboth have Christmas exams coming up and I told her she needed to takethem more seriously. Well I walked myself straight into that one. So here weboth are, crammed at the kitchen table with our books, folders, papers, andpens pretending to look intellectual.I have so much study to catch up on that I haven’t been able to cook dinnerall week. So it’s been downstairs’ delights for the past few days. LuckilySanjay is giving us forty percent off our takeaway meals and he’s even createda new dish called Rosie Chicken Curry. He sent it up free last nightwith our order. We tasted it and sent it back down. Just joking. It’s basicallychicken and curry. All he did was add the Rosie. I’m flattered all the same atthe sight of my name on an Indian menu and it’s interesting late at night tohear my name being yelled by drunken men in deep slurred voices. I keepthinking that my Romeo is standing on the pavement below my window callingme and throwing stones up to awaken me from my slumber. Then Iremember that it’s Saturday night, one o’clock in the morning, the pub hasjust closed, drunken men are shouting their special order over the counter,and the stones against my window are the rain. But a girl can always dream.Speaking of dreams I had one last night that I was a chicken and that Iwas being chased around a huge hotel kitchen by chefs, waiters, and theguests and they were trying to kill me. Take from that what you may.Every time I pass by Sanjay’s wife she rolls her eyes and tuts. He’s stillasking me out on dates, he even asks me when she’s standing right besidehim. So I say very loudly that what he is asking me is wrong considering hismarital status, that he needs to have more respect for his wife, and that evenif he wasn’t married I would say no. I say it so loudly so that she can hearbut yet she stills tuts and Sanjay smiles at me and throws a few poppadomsin the bag for me for free. The man is insane.Rupert (my other neighbor) asked me if I want to go to the NationalConcert Hall at the weekend. Apparently the National Symphony Orchestrais playing Brahms Piano Concerto Number 2 in B flat major, op. 83, which ishis absolute favorite. It’s not a date or anything. I think Rupert is completelyasexual and that he just likes company. That suits me because that’s how I