the last time I saw, between trains, for an hour and a half, asked if we could have lunch together, meet me at the information booth, at twelve o’clock sharp, coming through the crowd, a stranger to me, my flesh and blood, my future and my doom, within his limitations, terribly happy to see him again, struck me on the back, shook my hand, take you up to my club, if you have to catch an early train, put his arm around me, a rich compound of, the rankness of a mature male, someone would see us together, I wished that we could be photographed, some record of our having been together, quarrelling with a delivery boy, hailed the waiter in a loud voice, his boisterousness, seemed out of place, have a little service here, clapped his hands, shuffled over to our table, calm down, above and beyond the call of duty, I don’t like to be clapped at, take out your little pad, get this straight, repeat after me, muttered something else, one of the most brilliant suggestions, I have ever heard, followed my father out, cross-questioned me about, struck the edge of his empty glass, could we trouble you, how old is the boy?, none of your business, won’t serve the boy another drink, I have some very interesting news for you, this doesn’t happen to be the only restaurant, paid the bill

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