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"
What
scratch
?
"
"
There
’
s
a
long
one
there
.
.
.
from
a
woman
’
s
fingernail
.
"
"
If
it
’
s
there
you
put
it
there
.
.
.
"
"
All
right
.
I
know
one
way
to
find
out
.
"
"
How
?
"
"
Let
’
s
go
to
bed
.
"
"
All
right
!
"
I
passed
the
test
,
but
afterwards
I
thought
,
how
can
a
man
test
a
woman
’
s
fidelity
?
It
seemed
unfair
.
I
kept
getting
letters
from
a
lady
who
lived
only
a
mile
or
so
away
.
She
signed
them
Nicole
.
She
said
she
had
read
some
of
my
books
and
liked
them
.
I
answered
one
of
her
letters
and
she
responded
with
an
invitation
to
visit
.
One
afternoon
,
without
saying
anything
to
Lydia
,
I
got
into
the
Volks
and
drove
on
over
.
She
had
a
flat
over
a
dry
cleaner
’
s
on
Santa
Monica
Boulevard
.
Her
door
was
on
the
street
and
I
could
see
a
stairway
through
the
glass
.
I
rang
the
bell
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
came
a
woman
’
s
voice
through
a
little
tin
speaker
.
"
I
’
m
Chinaski
,
"
I
said
.
A
buzzer
sounded
and
I
pushed
the
door
open
.
Nicole
stood
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
looking
down
at
me
.
She
had
a
cultured
,
almost
tragic
face
and
wore
a
long
green
housedress
cut
low
in
front
.
Her
body
seemed
to
be
very
good
.
She
looked
at
me
with
large
dark
brown
eyes
.
There
were
lots
of
tiny
wrinkles
around
her
eyes
,
perhaps
from
too
much
drinking
or
crying
.
