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anya_kindheart1 января 2022Maybe that was why, two years later, George sat — a freshman now himself — waiting in his room for the fraternity men to call on him. He sat in his room with his feet planted square before him, sat at the study table looking at his square hands, ready to smile at whoever might knock and enter. His face was fixed in greeting. Already up and down the corridor he had heard other knocks and voices, boisterous laughter and then footsteps on the stairs.
Earlier that week he had observed the current fashions and gone at once to a clothing store and, perspiring, he bought clothes, went behind the curtains and changed into them. He emerged transformed.
And now he waited, his broad feet in new shoes planted firmly before him.
‘Probably,’ Phil told him later, ‘probably the trouble was they all remembered what I did. Probably it wasn’t your fault at all.’
But George never believed that, and never forgot the waiting in that room, a stocky young man, his wide feet planted before him. When the corridor was at last silent, he put on his new pajamas and got into bed; out the open window he heard voices and singing, and the California night was heavy not with sagebrush but with the odor of unfamiliar flowers.
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