— Those what.
— No I just meant those sneakers, I mean like I never saw you wear…
— My mother got them for me, where else do you get sneakers. Don’t you like them?
— Honest? No sure I mean they’re real neat with those red stars and all, he said getting his armload. — I always wanted them since, you know Buzzie? He had them…
And the door clattered closed, silent for a moment before the receiver came down, the dial spun, — Mister Rich? Jack. I want fifty on Sam’s Pet tomorrow in the second at… what? Well then how the hell do you expect me to… Well look, give me twenty on the double, Sam’s Pet and Belle Amie and I’m in for an even eight hundred… the last time, yes… the receiver clattered down and the door, more slowly, opened, — bastard.
— Jack…?
— Oh! he started up, half out of the booth, — didn’t see you…
— I wasn’t sure, when suddenly I saw your foot…
— These? He sank back to extend them, — I’m just ah, a favor I’m doing for Coach, tie-in he has with a sneaker company and he asked me to…
— No please, please I don’t want you to explain…
— Have to explain Amy… he was getting to his feet, — lot of things I, things I wanted to straighten out first…
— I’ve just felt you’ve been avoiding me, that you, where have you been? I’ve hardly…
— Been? Been, straying from the curriculum, you miss my homeroom this morning? Doing it all to please Whiteback… he stopped at the clock there and drew a hand over his face, — going to be a long day. Now what was, Glancy’s class straying from the curriculum yes, people on other worlds, the chance of running into one and two dimensional people out there…
— Jack…
— Run into a two dimensional people sideways you couldn’t even see him…
— Jack please, she put a hand on his arm turning back down the corridor, — you don’t look…
— Just so damned many things from so many directions Amy, trying to straighten them out before I, when I didn’t get down to that cafeteria to meet you for dinner that night because…
— No it’s all right I, I couldn’t get there either…
— Well I’m, God I’m glad of that… and he turned abruptly where they’d stopped just short of the outside doors to stare with that in tentness of committing some detail to memory, loft of brow or curve of throat, — few things I have to go in and straighten out…
— Into town? I’m going in later I think…
— Are you? are you? Look… he took her arm to move her away from the glass door being pushed vainly from the other side, without a glance up till it came open on a sweep of fur, — what time do you…
— Jack…?
— Why what…
— I had to drive out here and I thought I’d stop in. Is school over?
— Well yes it’s, yes it, excuse me this is, this is Mrs Grynszpan, Mrs, Mrs diCephalis… he stepped back for the gloved hand to brush the other’s tapered fingers, — just wouldn’t have expected you here, I…
— I don’t want to interrupt anything, I know you’re…
— No please it’s all right, I have a class to prepare for tomorrow. I enjoyed meeting you.
— Wait… he fled his image on the dark glasses, — Stella wait here, be right back…
She watched them as far as the clock, and then stepped away from the draft of the door.
— Excuse me, are you looking for somebody?
— Pardon? Oh, no no I’m just waiting for someone… cornered, she caught her breath, — thank you… and she watched that back up the corridor, saw it through the salutation returning now from the other direction.
— Stella what are you doing here.
— I told you, she said stepping through the door he held for her. — Who was that.
— Who.
— That man who just went in with the, with the scars…
— Oh Coach, that’s our Coach, why.
— He just, just startled me.
— But what the hell are you doing here anyhow!
— I told you, I came out to see my aunts and I thought I’d stop and, I thought you might want to come into town with me.
— What for.
— But you’re not in the nicest mood are you, and that suit Jack, she led on into the parking lot, looking down, — and those sneakers you’re wearing…
— Helping Coach out on the, trying the youngsters out on floor hockey.
— You?
— They love it, get to hit each other with sticks and…
— You can’t have been drinking?
— Think I stay in here at noon and eat carrot sticks?
She stopped by a car. — Shall I wait for you to get your shoes and, and a coat?
— Have to ride me in like this Stella, he got the opposite door, — or shall I ride you in.
— Please stop it, she said, in behind the wheel, and as they started to move — was there any particular reason to introduce me as Mrs whatever you…
— Grynszpan yes, sorry I didn’t give the full name did I, Mrs Hyman Grynszpan. College chum.