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lecture that now included powerful and insightful correlations with the present day. “Hm? And who were you discussing the Industrial Revolution with?” she asked skeptically, no doubt picturing the artistic twentysomethings that habitually hung out there. This did not sound like something I could have picked up from them. I told her all about my new friends, Paul and — I think her name was Alessandra. She was very pretty and they bought me a hot chocolate and . . . “And how old would you say this man was?” Mother interrupted, her interrogation voice was turned on. “I don’t know . . . Older. But he had the really pretty blonde lady with him,” I offered her as a proof that everything was OK, as if this somehow justified my talking with a worldly-wise stranger. “’Paul, you said?” “Yes,” I nodded. “And the Alessandra lady. They didn’t stay long, they had to get back somewhere. They were too nicely dressed for Wilmington. Big city looking.” There was a long pause that I was scared to interrupt. I held my breath. “Were his eyes blue? Like really, really blue?” Mother asked carefully. “Yes. Very blue.” I nodded. This was not what I was expecting at all. “You said he had a funny crooked smile?” She asked. Wheels were clearly turning in her head. This could be bad. “Yeah, it was nice though.” Mother rummaged through the stack of newspapers on the counter until she found that day’s paper. Then, she pointed to a big, color picture of my new friend, Paul. “Is that the man you were talking with?” she demanded in a tone of voice I had never heard her use before. “Yeah! What’s Paul doing in the paper?” I asked, startled by the turn this conversation had taken. “That’s Paul Newman!” My mother exclaimed, her eyes wide as saucers. “No, it’s not,” I told her. “Paul Newman is young and blonde and sexy! This guy is old.” “He was in 1968!” she said, shaking her head. “I just don’t believe it.” I flashed mentally to the pictures I had seen of my mother’s bedroom when she was my age and recalled the life-size poster of Newman as the dreamy Hud Bannon up on the wall. She fixed me with a laser beam stare. “Paul Newman helped you with your homework?” I swallowed hard, and had this weird feeling that I had somehow tread too closely to something sacred. b
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