Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhile, the police had recovered my Volks. We went down to where it was impounded. It was intact and in good shape except for a dead battery. I had it hauled to a Hollywood garage where they put it in order. After a last goodbye in bed I drove Katherine to the airport in the blue Volks, TRV 469.
It wasn’t a happy day for me. We sat not saying much. Then they called her flight and we kissed.
“Hey, they all saw this young girl kissing this old man.” “I don’t give a damn. . . .”
Katherine kissed me again.
“You’re going to miss your flight,” I said.
“Come see me, Hank. I have a nice house. I live alone. Come see me.” “I will.”
“Write!”
“I will. . . .”
Katherine walked into the boarding tunnel and was gone.
I walked back to the parking lot, got in the Volks, thinking, I’ve still got this. What the hell, I haven’t lost everything.
It started.
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