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hurry, she said to herself. I can even wait until even<strong>in</strong>g to go to <strong>the</strong> Abendsens'; that way I'll be able<br />
to wear my new dress. It wouldn't do to show up dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> day with it on — you just don't wear a<br />
formal dress like that before d<strong>in</strong>ner.<br />
And I can f<strong>in</strong>ish read<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> book.<br />
She made herself comfortable <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> motel room, turn<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>the</strong> radio, gett<strong>in</strong>g coffee from <strong>the</strong><br />
motel lunch counter; she propped herself up on <strong>the</strong> neatly made bed with <strong>the</strong> new unread clean<br />
copy of The Grasshopper which she had bought at <strong>the</strong> hotel bookshop <strong>in</strong> Denver.<br />
At six-fifteen <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> even<strong>in</strong>g she f<strong>in</strong>ished <strong>the</strong> book. I wonder if Joe got to <strong>the</strong> end of it? she<br />
wondered. There's so much more <strong>in</strong> it than he understood. What is it Abendsen wanted to say?<br />
Noth<strong>in</strong>g about his make-believe world. Am I <strong>the</strong> only one who knows? I'll bet I am; nobody else<br />
really understands Grasshopper but me — <strong>the</strong>y just imag<strong>in</strong>e <strong>the</strong>y do.<br />
Still a little shaky, she put it away <strong>in</strong> her suitcase and <strong>the</strong>n put on her coat and left <strong>the</strong> motel<br />
room to search for a place to eat d<strong>in</strong>ner. The air smelled good and <strong>the</strong> signs and lights of Cheyenne<br />
seemed particularly excit<strong>in</strong>g. In front of a bar two pretty, black-eyed Indian prostitutes quarrel<strong>in</strong>g<br />
— she slowed to watch. Many cars, sh<strong>in</strong>y ones, coasted up and down <strong>the</strong> streets; <strong>the</strong> entire<br />
spectacle had an aura of brightness and expectancy, of look<strong>in</strong>g ahead to some happy and important<br />
event, ra<strong>the</strong>r than back . . . back, she thought, to <strong>the</strong> stale and <strong>the</strong> dreary, <strong>the</strong> used-up and thrownaway.<br />
At an expensive French restaurant — where a <strong>man</strong> <strong>in</strong> a white coat parked customers' cars, and<br />
each table had a candle burn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> a huge w<strong>in</strong>e goblet, and <strong>the</strong> butter was served not <strong>in</strong> squares but<br />
whipped <strong>in</strong>to round pale marbles — she ate a d<strong>in</strong>ner which she enjoyed, and <strong>the</strong>n, with plenty of<br />
time to spare, strolled back toward her motel. The Reichsbank notes were almost gone, but she did<br />
not care; it had no importance. He told us about our own world, she thought as she unlocked <strong>the</strong><br />
door to her motel room. This, what's around us now. In <strong>the</strong> room, she aga<strong>in</strong> switched on <strong>the</strong> radio.<br />
He wants us to see it for what it is. And I do, and more so each moment.<br />
Tak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> blue Italian dress from its carton, she laid it out scrupulously on <strong>the</strong> bed. It had<br />
undergone no damage; all it needed, at most, was a thorough brush<strong>in</strong>g to remove <strong>the</strong> l<strong>in</strong>t. But when<br />
she opened <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r parcels she discovered that she had not brought any of <strong>the</strong> new half-bras from<br />
Denver.<br />
'God damn it,' she said, s<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g down <strong>in</strong> a chair. She lit a cigarette and sat smok<strong>in</strong>g for a time.<br />
Maybe she could wear it with a regular bra. She slipped off her blouse and skirt and tried <strong>the</strong><br />
dress on. But <strong>the</strong> straps of <strong>the</strong> bra showed and so did <strong>the</strong> upper part of each cup, so that would not<br />
do. Or maybe, she thought, I can go with no bra at all . . . it had been years s<strong>in</strong>ce she had tried that .<br />
. . it recalled to her <strong>the</strong> old days <strong>in</strong> <strong>high</strong> school when she had had a very small bust; she had even<br />
worried about it, <strong>the</strong>n. But now fur<strong>the</strong>r maturity and her judo had made her a size thirty-eight.<br />
However, she tried it without <strong>the</strong> bra, stand<strong>in</strong>g on a chair <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> bathroom to view herself <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
medic<strong>in</strong>e cab<strong>in</strong>et mirror.<br />
The dress displayed itself stunn<strong>in</strong>gly, but good lord, it was too risky. All she had to do was bend<br />
over to put out a cigarette or pick up a dr<strong>in</strong>k — and disaster.<br />
A p<strong>in</strong>! She could wear <strong>the</strong> dress with no bra and collect <strong>the</strong> front. Dump<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> contents of her<br />
jewelry box onto <strong>the</strong> bed, she spread out <strong>the</strong> p<strong>in</strong>s, relics which she had owned for years, given her<br />
by Frank or by o<strong>the</strong>r men before <strong>the</strong>ir marriage, and <strong>the</strong> new one which Joe had gotten her <strong>in</strong><br />
Denver. Yes, a small horse-shaped silver p<strong>in</strong> from Mexico would do; she found <strong>the</strong> exact spot. So<br />
she could wear <strong>the</strong> dress after all.<br />
I'm glad to get anyth<strong>in</strong>g now, she thought to herself. So much had gone wrong; so little rema<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
anyhow of <strong>the</strong> wonderful plans.