Pulp Fiction, 1955 · page 35 of 148
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SUMMER IN SALANDAR 33 ‘“ By the way you spoke I thought you’d been there often,” she said. ““ No,” he said, “‘ I’ve never been there.” “ Haven't you any inclination at all to see what it’s like?” she said. ** Not particularly.” It seemed to him that she did not speak her questions so much as impose them on him with the too large, too brilliant, uneasy eyes. “What about Santo Carlo?” she said. ‘‘ They. say that’s very interesting. Have you been there? ” No, he had not been to Santo Carlo either. He found, presently, what seemed to him a happy solution to her restlessness, to the problem of what she should do with herself. It was also a tremendous relief to be able at last to change an un- comfortable subject. | *“You could join the club,” he said. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.” “Do you belong? ”’ “Not now,”’ he said. ‘I gave it up.” In the winter the club was crowded with visitors he did not know; in summer there was no one there. After six months of it he had not considered it worth while to renew the subscription. He decided he would save the money. He had to think of the future. “What happens there? ”’ ‘““ People play bridge and tennis and that sort of thing and there’s a small golf course,” he said. ‘“‘ It’s rather beautiful,’ and then he ; i Sh ae ar D2! pe Spe ee sah mc eG NAS Side ee ela ' p added, as if it was an extra thought to impress her, “‘ you can get i tea.” Aas She did not say anything and he went on, “‘ You can get a a temporary subscription—I think for even a week. I can find out ae for you—but then if you don’t know how long you're going to stay—” ‘*’That was something I was going to talk to you about,” she said. In speaking of the times of ships he felt more certain of himself. That at least was his job. “It depends where you want to go from here,” he said. ‘‘ If you'll give me some idea of times and places I’ll have—” ** When is the next ship in?” *'There’ll be nothing in this week. Not until after the weekend,” he said. ‘“‘ Then the Alacantra is due. She’s pleasant.”’ ““ It would be nice just to have the sailing-times of what’s likely - be coming in,” she said. ‘“‘ Could you? It would be very sweet of you.” She had asked him so many questions that this final, acutely personal one, delivered more softly, in a lowered voice, made him more uneasy than he had been before. He did not grasp even then that the conversation had been largely about himself. He felt only another rush of feeling about her, a repetition of the sensa- tion he had had in the cabin, over the handbag and the disorderly 2 comiclbooks.con