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Later, too. I'd have liked to take her out once more, for old times' sake."
"Yes."
"Say, you haven't seen Julia recently."
"No, not since we broke up. I think she's still going with some guy named
Rick. Have you?"
"Yeah. I stopped by last night."
"Why?"
He shrugged.
"She was one of the gang - and we've all been drifting apart.
"How was she?"
"Still looking good. She asked about you. Gave me this... to give to you,
too."
He withdrew a sealed envelope from inside his jacket and passed it to me.
It bore my name, in her handwriting. I tore it open and read:
Merle, I was wrong: I know who you are and there is danger. I have to see
you. I have something you will need. It is very important. Please call or come
by as soon as you can.
Love, Julia
"Thanks," I said, opening my pack and filing it.
It was puzzling as well as unsettling. In the extreme. I'd have to decide
what to do about it later. I still liked her more than I cared to think about,
but I wasn't sure I wanted to see her again. But what did she mean about
knowing who I am?
I pushed her out of my mind, again.
I watched the traffic for a time and drank coffee and thought about how
I'd first met Luke, in our freshman year, in the Fencing Club. He was
unbelievably good.
"Still fence?" I asked him.
"Sometimes. How about you?"
"Occasionally."
 "We never really did find out who was better."
"No time now," I said.
He chuckled and poked his knife at me a few times. "I guess not. When are
you leaving?"
"Probably tomorrow. I'm just cleaning up a few odds and ends. When that's
done I'll go."
"Where are you heading?"
"Here and there. Haven't decided on everything yet."
"You're crazy."
"Um-hm. Wanderjahr is what they used to call it. I missed out on mine and
I want it now."
"Actually it does sound pretty nice. Maybe I ought to try it myself
sometime."
"Maybe so. I thought you took your in installments, though."
"What do you mean?"
"I wasn't the only one who used to take off a lot."
"Oh, that." He dismissed it with the wave, of a hand. "That was business,
not pleasure. Had to do some deals to pay the bills. You going to see your
folks?"
Strange question. Neither of us had ever spoken of our parents before,