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. Her kiss was quick but warm and
not quite dry; it left me most thoughtful. "If you want anything, just ask for
it. Zebbie will fetch it."
It seemed that there were five in that family (or sub-family; they were all
part of the Long household or family, but I did not have it figured out): Zeb
and his wife Deety, she being that first strawberry blonde whom I had met
briefly, and her father, Jake Burroughs, whose wife was Hilda, but who was not
mother of Deety-and the fifth was Gay. Zeb had said, "And Gay, of course. You
know who I mean."
I asked Zeb, "Who is Gay?"
"Not me. Or just as a hobby. Our car is Gay."
A sultry contralto said, "I'm Gay. Hi, Richard, you were in me once but I
don't think you remember it."
I decided that the Lethe field had some really bad side effects. If I had
at some time been in a woman (she expressed it that way, not I) with a voice of
that utterly seductive quality but I could not remember it... well, it was time
to throw myself on the mercy of the court; I was obsolete.
"Excuse me. I don't see her. The lady named Gay."
"She's no lady, she's a trollop."
"Zebbie, you'll regret that. He means I am not a woman, Richard; I'm this
car you are about to climb into-and have been in before, but you were wounded
and sick so I'm not hurt that you don't remember me-"
"Oh, but I do!"
"You do? That's nice
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