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"If you do, i'll tell you." That was the first time since
they had been together that there was an air of disharmony
between them.
When they arrived at Jay's brother's house that evening. Jay
became very real to Julie. Now she knew that what she had been
in love with was not Jay at all, but the facade that he projected.
Still he wasn't phony about himself; yet he was, as she could
see, just a man. Not a superman. She had to laugh at her own
thoughts that she could have seen him as anything but an ordinary
man. He had never tried to make her think so; she had just
derived her own conclusions from what she had seen. Now she felt
even more at ease with him.
His brother, as she could see, was a very nice man, but also
a very common middle-class working type, with a massive amount of
curly golden hair who tipped the scales at well over two hundred
and fifty pounds. It was almost funny to Julie that his wife
seemed almost as big as he was. The three children, the youngest
of whom was two, looked like stair steps; Julie amused herself
with the idea that they must have been very busy with one baby
coming right after the other.
"I hope you will stay here in Atlanta, Jay; everyone in the
family wishes you were back here."
"Well, you know how it is, Johnny. I go where the money
is."
"Yes, you have always done that. What type of thing are you
setting up here?"
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