The Moviegoer

somewhat abstractly and more or less attentive to the sound of their own voices.
    â€œListen,” I say, laughing at them. “How would you like to go up to Audubon Park and ride the train?”
    â€œYes! Yes!”
    â€œThen wait a minute. I’ll be right back.”
    â€œBinx, we love you too!” cries Donice for the fun of it and leans way out the window. “Will you come to see us?”
    â€œSure. Now hush up. I want to talk to Kate.”
    Kate looks back at the car. “You were very sweet with them.”
    â€œThanks.”
    â€œWhat’s the matter?”
    â€œNothing. Will you do me a favor?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI’ll be up here all day with Lonnie and the children. Will you go downtown for me and pick up some governments at the office? Your mother has decided again to keep them at home. She thinks that if war comes, her desk is safer than the vault. Will you go?”
    â€œAlone?”
    â€œYes. You can ride the streetcar down St Charles. It is nice sitting by an open window.”
    â€œI wouldn’t know what to ask for!”
    â€œYou don’t have to. I’ll call Mr Klostermann and he’ll hand you an envelope. Here’s what you do: take the streetcar, get off at Common, walk right into the office. Mr Klostermann will give you an envelope—you won’t have to say a word—then catch the streetcar at the same place. It will go on down to Canal and come back up St Charles.”
    â€œI don’t have any money.”
    â€œHere.”
    She considers the quarter in her palm. “Here’s the only thing. It’s not that I’m afraid.” She looks at a cape jasmine sticking through an iron fence. I pick it and give it to her.
    â€œYou’re sweet,” says Kate uneasily. “Now tell me …”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWhile I am on the streetcar—are you going to be thinking about me?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWhat if I don’t make it?”
    â€œGet off and walk home.”
    â€œI’ve got to be sure about one thing.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI’m going to sit next to the window on the Lake side and put the cape jasmine in my lap?”
    â€œThat’s right.”
    â€œAnd you’ll be thinking of me just that way?”
    â€œThat’s right.”
    â€œGood-by.”
    â€œGood-by.”
    Twenty feet away she turns around.
    â€œMr Klostermann?”
    â€œMr Klostermann.”
    I watch her walk toward St Charles, cape jasmine held against her cheek, until my brothers and sisters call out behind me.

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