Thursday, June 20, 2013

108 aase of lies

tonight , on this sortie to the harvard  gulag , he wo0re rubber -soled boots and a parka with a fake fur hood pulled around his face . and carried a brown paper bag containing  a bottle of chianti cradled  in his arms .
he wasn't exactly hopeful . but he was preparred .
the steps of te big house on evertt had been  shoveled to allow  an eighteen inch wide path to the door with its frozen mat . chrismas lights still still hung unlit from the eaves , but behind the curtains of the windows  flanking the porch  he saw  warm light and figures passin back and forth .
a party  . his heart  sank .
the dooor creaked open and the guy standing there looked  at  hm without comment . he was an asian indian whom elliott vaguely remembered from his class  in set theory the pervious semester .
"hello , wakefield .'
'hello ."
raj ."
"right . raj . is silke here ?"
"of course , she's waiting for you  . is that al;cohol ? very good !  come in ."
it was a student house , one of the mansions near harvard that wa rented to the children of the well heeled . the entry floor was  piled with grubby  boots and hung with jackets . a runner with a practical brown pattern mounted the stAIRCASE .
" THIS WAY ." THEY PASSED into the living room with its coffered ceilings and air of genteel  decrepitude , where  two girls were  lounging  on the couch , watching TV  . silke flicked it off  with the remote in her hand and came over  and stood undr the shelter of raj's  rm and said ." welcome ." reching for  the wine . she said ."nice . you know raj . and this is carleen . she was inyour class  n se theory , too ."

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