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thought. And he was standing up straight. Usually she saw him slouched on a
couch. He was taller than she had thought.

"You alone?" she asked through the door.

"Deej, you know me better than that."

She slipped the chain off and turned the locks. "I just got home," she said. "I
wasn't expecting you for another hour."

"Would you like me to go away for a while?" asked his fruitiest and most refined
voice.

"No, Clift; I was just explaining why I haven't had time to change. Actually,
I'd like you to come in."

Morgan blinked and stared.

"Actually, I'm kind of scared right now." Her voice wobbled. She reached out and
took his narrow hand, pulled him into the apartment. "Look." She pointed to the
graffiti.

"Messy," said Morgan in an approving voice.

She looked sideways at him, this gawky college boy with his many voices, and
thought, what a thin reed I'm leaning on. I should send him home and talk to the
police. Tell them my history, ask them to find out whether Chase is still in
jail or not. "Morgan, did you really ask Dr. Kabukin if it was all right for us
to see each other?"

"No," he said.

"What? But you said--"

"Sure," said Saul. "She would have told me to forget it, so I decided not to ask
her. What do you think, lady, it's productive for a psycho to date his doctor's
secretary? Jeeze, take a minute to think."

"Wait a second. I'm not the doctor around here. How would I know? Besides, you
lied to me."

"Like no one's ever done that before?" Saul said, sneering.

"Morgan never did before," said D.J.

"How would you know?" Saul said.

"Shut up, Saul," said Clift. "D.J.'s right. Morgan never lied to her before. Of
course, this particular lie was hopelessly transparent. Why did you believe it?
You could have checked with Dr. Dara before you said yes to us. Usually you're