way because they’re afraid of the big black woods and I sleep by the creek in my bag and in the morning we’re all set to go back to Los Gatos and see the villain play—Frustrated Ron is casting sad eyes at Evelyn, apparently she’s put him off because she says to me (and I dont blame her) “Really the way Cody presses people on me it’s awful, at least I should have my own choice” (but she’s laughing because it’s funny and it is funny the way Cody does it anxious and harried wondering if that’s what she really wants and wants no such thing)—“At least not with utter strangers,” says I to be funny—She:-“Besides I’m so sick of all this sex business, that’s all he talks about, his friends, here they are all open channels to do good as co creators with God and all they think about is behinds—that’s why you’re so refreshing” she adds—“But I aint so refreshing as all that? hey!”—But that’s my relationship with Evelyn, we’re real pals and we can kid about anything even the first night I met her in Denver in 1947 when we danced and Cody watched anxiously, a kind of romantic pair in fact and I shudder sometimes to think of all that stellar mystery of how she IS going to get me in a future lifetime, wow—And I seriously do believe that will be my salvation, too.
A long way to go.
