I figure they could get along without me for a while, so I go for a swim and wander down the beach a ways and eat a hot dog and swim some more.
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When I come back, I see Tom and Hilda just coming out of the water, so I join them.
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Hilda says, "Come have a coke. Tom says he's got to try swimming to France just once more."
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I don't know just what she means, but we go get cokes and come back and stretch out in the sun.
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She asks me do I want a smoke, and I say No.
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It's nice to be asked, though.
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We watch Tom, who is swimming out past all the other people.
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I wish I'd gone with him.
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I say, "Lifeguard's going to whistle him in pretty soon. He's out past all the others."
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Hilda lets out a breath and snorts, "He'll always go till they blow the whistle. Always got to go farther than anyone else."
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I don't know what to say to that, so I don't say anything.
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Hilda goes on: "I used to wait tables in a restaurant down near Washington Square. Tom and a lot of the boys from NYU came in there. Sometimes the day before an exam he'd be sitting around for hours, buying people cokes and acting as if he hadn't a care in the world. Some other times, for no reason anyone could tell, he'd sit in a corner and stir his coffee like he was going to make a hole in the cup."
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"Tom was at NYU?" I ask.
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I don't know where I thought he'd been before he turned up in the cellar.
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I guess I never thought.
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"Sure," Hilda says.
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"He was in the Washington Square College for about a year and a half. He lived in a dormitory uptown, but I used to see him in the restaurant, and then fairly often we had dates after I got off work. He has people out in the Midwest somewhere—a father and
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This is a lot of information to take in all at once and leaves a lot of questions unanswered.
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The first one that comes into my head is this: "How come he got thrown out of NYU?"
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"Well, it makes Tom so sore, he's never really told me a plain, straight story.
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It's all mixed up with his father.
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I think his father wrote him not to come home at Christmas vacation, for some reason.
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Tom and a couple of other boys who were left in the dormitory over the holidays got horsing around and had a water fight.
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The college got huffy and wrote the parents, telling them to pay up for damages.
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The other parents were pretty angry, but they stuck behind their kids and paid up.
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