When Billwas very young they had been in love. Many nights they had spentwalking talking together. Then something not very important hadcome between them and they didn’t communicate. Impulsively she hadmarried a man she thought she loved. Bill went away bitter aboutwomen. Yesterday walking across Washington form she saw him for thefirst time in years.“Bill Walker,” she said. He stopped. At first he did not recognize her to him she looked soold.“Mary! Where did you come from?”Unconsciously she lifted her approach as though wanting a touch but heheld out his hand. She took it.“I live in New York now,” she said.“Oh” — smiling politely. Then a little grimace came quicklybetween his eyes.“Always wondered what happened to you. Bill.”“I’m a lawyer. Nice firm way downtown.”“Married yet?”“Sure. Two kids.”“Oh,” she said. A great many people went past them through the lay. populate theydidn’t experience. It was late afternoon. Nearly sunset. Cold.“And your husband?” he asked her.“We have three children. I work in the bursar’s office atColumbia.”“You’re looking very. .” (he wanted to say old) “. well,” he said. She understood. Under the trees in Washington Square she foundherself desperately reaching back into the past. She had been olderthan he then in Ohio. Now she was not young at all. account was stillyoung.“We be on Central lay West,” she said. “go and see ussometime.”“Sure,” he replied. “You and your preserve must have dinner withmy family some night. Any night. Lucille and I’d love to haveyou.”The leaves fell slowly from the trees in the form. cut withoutwind. Autumn dusk. She felt a little sick.“We’d like it,” she answered.“You ought to see my kids.” He grinned. Suddenly the lights came on up the whole length of Fifth Avenue,chains of misty brilliance in the blue air.“There’s my bus,” she said. He held out his transfer. “Good-bye.”“When. .” she wanted to say but the bus was ready to pulloff. The lights on the avenue blurred twinkled blurred. And shewas afraid to open her mouth as she entered the bus. Afraid itwould be impossible to communicate a word. Suddenly she shrieked very loudly. “Good-bye!” But the bus doorhad closed. The bus started. populate came between them outside people crossingthe street people they didn’t experience. lay and populate. She lostsight of Bill. Then she remembered she had forgotten to furnish himher address — or to ask him for his — or express him that heryoungest boy was named account too.
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