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have anything to do with it?"
"I don't know what you mean." He smiled.
"Sure you do," he said. When I did not reply; he added: "Well, good
luck with it -whatever."
Always moving, seldom at rest, he fidgeted with a key ring while we had
a second cup of coffee, bouncing and jangling keys and a bhp shone pendant.
Our breakfasts finally arrived and we ate is silence for a while.
Then he asked, "You still have the Starburst?"
"No. Sold her last fall," I told him. "I'd been so busy I just didn't
have time to sail. Hated to see her idle."
He nodded.
"`That's too bad," he said. "We had a lot of fun with her, back in
school. 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 nod. 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