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dumps most guys after
a date or two. It’s been several years since she’s had a serious relationship.
So far she hasn’t thought much of the quality of the men she’s met in Kingston.”
    “I assume that you
haven’t dated yet.”
    “Oh, no; in fact,
this is the first night that I’ve gone out any place where I might even meet a
man.”
    “How does it feel
so far chatting with a stranger?”
    “Actually it feels
darn good. It must be just like riding a bicycle. Do you enjoy getting grilled
by an inquisitive woman or do you wish I’d just shut up and leave?”
    I chuckled.
    “I’m having a
great time, which is truly surprising. When Corbett insisted on dragging me off
to that dance, I was complaining bitterly that it was going to be dreadful.”
    “I said almost the
identical thing to Lynne. Speaking of my sister, I wonder what those two are up
to.”
    “Corbett is
probably pointing out every expensive item in every single room and bragging
about where and when he acquired each precious treasure.”
    As if on cue, Jim
and Lynne appeared from the hallway, drinks in hand, and sat down across from
us.
    “You missed a
breathtaking tour, Linda. Every room is magnificent. In fact, I’m sticking
around for the late tour, so I won’t need you to drive me home. I know how
badly you want to get back to Mom and Dad’s place before they go to bed.”
    Linda seemed
startled by this unexpected development but gracefully stood up and said, “I
guess that’s our hint that our presence is no longer required, Tom. Can I
impose on you to walk me to my car? Thanks for having us over, Jim. It is a
beautiful suite. Don’t let my sister corrupt you too badly.”
    We said goodnight
to Jim and Lynne and departed. I pressed the button for the elevator.
    “I’m going to be unforgivably
forward, Tom, but would you mind showing me your own apartment? I’m completely
curious as to what it will look like.”
    “I’ll be pleased
to show you, Linda, but you’ve got to realize that I’m a bachelor who just sees
my place as somewhere to reside. It’s extremely ordinary and I have no
imagination when it comes to design or decoration.”
    We stepped off the
elevator at the second floor and I opened the door to my unit while desperately
trying to remember if I had left it in an utter mess.
    In truth it was a
nice apartment. The entrance foyer and living-room were a lot smaller than
Jim’s and there was no attached dining-room in my unit, but the kitchen was
generously sized.
    The vast
difference was in the décor. Jim’s walls were adorned with expensive paintings.
Mine sported numerous pictures from various holidays.
    Corbett had filled
his rooms with top quality furniture and antiques. My stuff was old and worn
but comfortable.
    “I obviously got
stuck with the wrong lawyer,” Linda blurted out as soon as I had switched the
light on.
    I didn’t know how
to respond but Linda immediately broke out in laughter.
    “I’m just teasing
you, Tom. This apartment is quite lovely,” Linda opined. “It’s almost exactly
how I pictured it would look. I take it that you like to travel.”
    “That’s been my
one extravagance. I found that taking frequent vacations helped me manage the
stress at work.”
    “Do you holiday
with Jim?”
    “No; we tried it
once shortly after our divorces, but we’re too incompatible on a trip. He wants
to eat in the finest restaurants and see the most expensive shows, whereas I
like reasonably priced eating establishments and enjoy taking scenic tours.
Since that one joint trip, I’ve always travelled alone. Did you and Paul
holiday often?”
    “Paul detested the
hassles of travel. Other than our honeymoon in Hawaii, we only took two other
trips together. His idea of a perfect vacation was staying home and doing
nothing. Lynne and I occasionally flew off somewhere but as I’m sure you
discovered this evening, we’re not well matched either.”
    Linda spotted some
frayed spots on both my matching