Chapter 13: Escher Prints
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     For the remainder of the day, Liz and Robin got caught up while I checked out Robin’s apartment. It was quite nice, if you like apartments. Quite collegiate, down to the dog-eared Escher prints on her bedroom walls.
     Robin told Liz about a boy she was seeing, a pre-med student at Boston College named Roger. From what I could gather, Robin liked Roger because he was funny, tender, and hung like a Clydesdale.
     Girls are very open with each other, especially when the only other person around is a dead trout fisherman with dirty underwear.
     “And what about you,” Robin smiled, shaking Liz by the arm. “Anyone special in your life?”
     Apparently Liz was going to surprise Robin by showing up in Boston with me. But things never seem to go as planned.
     “Yes,” she said, throwing me a quick glance.
     “Well,” Robin grinned eagerly. “Do Tell.”
     But all Liz could muster was this: “He’s an older man.”
     “And . . . ” Robin pressed.
     “And,” Liz shrugged, “he’s a little on the dead side.”
     I smiled and unpacked a Velveeta Cheese and blackberry jelly sandwich, which I had precut into little triangles.
     Robin scratched her head. “I see,” she said. “I see.”

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Chapter 14