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lled。 In a windswept platinum hairdo； candy…apple lipstick； and a dress that billows even without a subway grate to blow it skyward； she is the spitting image of Marilyn Monroe。 The costume ball has begun。 In a room full of pretenders； these two take the crown。
The reception Parker gets； though； is deadly。 Silence falls over the room； from stray corners es hissing。 When Gil； from the landing of the second floor； is the only one able to quiet the crowd； I sense that the honor of arriving last was supposed to have been his； and that Parker has shown up the president at the president's own ball。
At Gil's insistence； the climate in the room slowly cools。 Parker makes a quick detour in the direction of the bar； then brings Veronica Terry and his glasses of wine； one in each hand； toward the dance floor。 When he approaches； there's a swagger in his step； it never registers in his expression that he is already the least popular person in the room。 Once he es close enough； I realize how he pulls it off。 He's traveling in a cloud of cocktail fumes； already drunk。
Katie edges a shade closer to me as he nears； but I make nothing of it until I notice the look that passes between them。 Parker gives her a meaningful stare； snide and sexual and assertive all at once； and Katie tugs at my hand； pulling me away from the dance floor。
〃What was that all about？〃 I ask； when we're out of earshot。
The band is playing Marvin Gaye； guitars licking； drums thumping； the leitmotiv of Parker's arrival。 John Kennedy is grinding with Marilyn Monroe； the strange spectacle of history humping； and all the other couples have given them a wide berth； the quarantine of social lepers。
Katie looks upset。 All the magic of our dancing has evaporated。
〃That prick；〃 she says。
〃What did he do？〃
Then； all at once； it es out： the story I wasn't around to hear； the one she hadn't intended to tell me until later。
〃Parker tried to third…floor me at bicker。 He said he'd blackball me unless I gave him a lap dance。 Now he thinks it's a joke。〃
We're standing in the middle of the main hall； close enough to the dance floor to see Parker with his hands on Veronica's hips。
〃That son of a bitch。 What'd you do about it？〃
〃I told Gil。〃 When she speaks his name； her eyes travel to the stairs； where Gil is making conversation with two juniors。
〃That's all？〃
I expect her to invoke Donald's name； to remind me where I should've been； but she doesn't。
〃Yes〃 is all she says。 〃He kicked Parker out of bicker。〃
I know she means I should let this go； that this wasn't how she wanted me to find out。 She's been through enough already。 But my temperature is rising。
〃I'm going to say something to Parker；〃 I tell her。
Katie looks at me sharply。 〃No； Tom。 Not tonight。〃
〃He can't just act…〃
〃Look；〃 she says； cutting me off。 〃Forget about it。 We're not going to let him ruin our night together。〃
〃I was only trying to…〃
She puts a finger over my lips。 〃I know。 Let's go somewhere else。〃
She looks around； but there are tuxedos in every direction； conversations and wineglasses and men with silver trays。 This is the magic of Ivy。 We are never alone。
〃Maybe we can use the President's Room；〃 I say。
She nods。 〃I'll ask Gil。〃
I notice the trust in her voice when she says his name。 Gil's been decent to her； better than decent； possibly without even meaning to。 She came to him about Parker； when I was nowhere to be found。 He's the first person she thinks of now； for something small。 Maybe it's meaningful to her； that they talk over breakfast； even if he almost forgets it。 Gil has been a big brother to her； the way he was to me freshman year。 Anything good enough for him is good enough for us both。
〃No problem；〃 he says to her。 〃There won't be anyone in there。〃
So I follow Katie downstairs； watching the shifts in her musculature beneath the gown； the way her legs move； the tightness of her hips。
When the lights go on； I see the room where Paul and I worked so many nights。 The place is unchanged； untouched by preparations for the ball； a geography of notes and drawings and books piled into mountain ranges that thread through the room； as tall in places as we are。
〃It's not as hot in here；〃 I say； searching for something to tell her。 They seem to have turned down the thermostat in the rest of the building to keep the first floor from overheating。
Katie looks around。 Paul's notes are taped to the shoulders of the fireplace； his diagrams feather the walls。 We are surrounded by Colonna。
〃Maybe we shouldn't be in here；〃 she says。
I can't tell if she's worried that we'll intrude on something of Paul's； or that Paul will intrude on something of ours。 The longer we stand； sizing up the room； the more I can feel a distance forming between us。 This is not the place for what we need。
〃Have you ever heard of Schr？dinger's cat？〃 I say finally； because it's the only way I can think to raise what I'm feeling。
〃In philosophy？〃 she says。
〃Anywhere。〃
In my lone physics class； the professor used Schr？dinger's cat as an example in wave mechanics； when most of us were too slow for v = …e2/r。 An imaginary cat is placed in a locked box with a dose of cyanide； which will be given only if a Geiger counter is triggered。 The catch； I think； is that it's impossible to say whether the cat is living or dead before you actually open the box； until then； probability requires you to say that the box contains equal parts living and dead cat。
〃Yes；〃 she says。 〃What about it？〃
〃I feel like the cat isn't dead or alive right now；〃 I tell her。 〃It's nothing。〃
Katie puzzles over what I'm getting at。 〃You want to open the box；〃 she says at last； sitting on the table。
I nod； propping myself up beside her。 The enormous wooden plank accepts us silently。 I don't know how to tell her the rest of what I mean： that we； individually； are the scientist on the outside； that we； together； are the cat。
Instead of answering； she takes a finger and runs it behind my right temple； tucking my hair behind my ear as if I've said something charming。 Maybe she already knows how to solve my riddle。 We are bigger than Schr？dinger's box； she's saying。 Like any good cat； we have nine lives。
〃Does it ever snow like this in Ohio？〃 she says； consciously changing the subject。 Outside； I know； it's begun again； driving down with more power than before； all our winter in this one storm。
〃Not in April；〃 I say。
We're side by side on the table； just inches apart。 〃Not in New Hampshire either；〃 she says。 〃Not in April； at least。〃
I accept what she's trying to do； where she's trying to take me。 Anywhere but here。 I've always wanted to know more about what her life was like at home； what her family did around the dinner table。 Upper New England in my imagination is the American Alps； mountains at every turn； Saint Bernards bearing gifts。
〃My little sister and I used to do this thing in the snow；〃 she says。
〃Mary？〃
She nods。 〃Every year when the pond near our house would freeze over； we would go crack holes in the ice。〃
〃Why？〃
She smiles； beautiful。 〃So the fish could breathe。〃
Members pass across the top of the stairs； little pockets of heat in motion。
〃We would take the ends of broomsticks；〃 she says； 〃and make holes all the way across the lake。 Like punching holes in the top of a jar。〃
〃For fireflies；〃 I say。
She nods and takes my hand。 〃The ice skaters used to hate us。〃
〃My sisters used to take me sledding；〃 I tell her。
Katie's eyes twinkle。 She remembers she's got something on me： that she's a big sister； and I'm a little brother。
〃There aren't a lot of big hills in Columbus；〃 I continue； 〃so it was always this one。〃
〃And they would drag you up the hill on the sled。〃
〃Did I tell you this already？〃
〃That's just what big sisters do。〃
I can't imagine her pulling a sled up a hill。 My sisters were strong as pack dogs。
〃Did I ever tell you about Dick Mayfield？〃 I ask her。
〃Who？〃
〃This guy my sister used to date。〃
〃What about him？〃
〃Sarah used to kick me off the phone every time Dick would call。〃
She hears the jab in it。 This； too； is what big sisters do。
〃I don't think Dick Mayfield had my number。〃 She smiles； folding her fingers into mine。
I can't help thinking of Paul； of the dovetail he made with his hands。
〃Dick had my sister's number；〃 I say。 〃All it took was an old red Camaro with flames traced on the sides。〃
Katie shakes her head disapprovingly。
〃Studly Dick and the Chick Machine；〃 I tell her。 〃I said that one night when he came over； and my mother made me go to bed without dinner。〃
Dick Mayfield； conjured from thin air。 He called me Tiny Tom。 We went riding in the Camaro once； and he told me a secret。 It doesn't matter how small you are。 All that matters is the size of the fire in your engine。
〃Mary dated a guy who drove a '64 Mustang；〃 Katie says。 〃I asked her if they were doing anything in the backseat。 She said he was too uptight about messing up the car。〃
Sex stories sublimated into car stories； a way to talk about everything without talking about anything at all。
〃My first girlfriend drove a water…damaged VW；〃 I tell her。 〃You would lie down on the backseat； and this smell would e up； like sushi。 You couldn't do anything back there。〃
She turns to me。 〃Your first girlfriend could drive？〃
I fumble； realizing what I've given away。
〃I was nine；〃 I say； clearing my throat。 〃She was seventeen。〃
Katie laughs； and a silence follows。 Finally； the moment seems to have e。
〃I told Paul；〃 I say to her。
She looks up。
〃I'm not working on the book anymore。〃
For a while she doesn't respond。 Her hands rise to her shoulders； rubbing them for warmth。 I realize； after so many hints； so much contact； that she hasn't gotten over the temperature of the room。
〃Do you want my jacket？〃 I ask。
She nods。 〃I'm getting goose bumps。〃
It's impossible not to look。 Her arms are covered with tiny beads。 The curves of her breasts are pale； the skin of a porcelain dancer。
〃Here；〃 I say； taking off the jacket and placing it across her back。
My right arm passes her far shoulder just for a second； but she reaches up； holding it in limbo。 With me half crooked around her； waiting； she leans in。 The smell of her perfume returns； carried in the bell of her hair。 This； at last； is her answer。
Katie cocks her head； and I reach inside the jacket； into the dark space where it hangs off her shoulders； placing a hand on the far side of her waist。 My fingers stick to the rough fabric of her gown； caught by an unexpected friction； and I find that my hold on her is tight and effortless at the same time。 A strand of hair falls in front of her face； but she doesn't brush it back。 There is a smudge of lipstick just below her lip； so small that it can only be seen from a tiny distance I'm surprised to find I have reached。 Then she is too close to focus on anything at all； and there is warmth over my mouth； lips closing in。
Chapter 27
Just as the kiss deepens； I hear the door swing open。 I'm about to snap at the intruder； when I see it's Paul standing before us。
〃What's going on？〃 I say； lurching back。
Paul looks around the room； startled。 〃Vincent was taken back in for questioning；〃 he manages to say。 His shock at finding Katie in his room is mirrored by her shock at seeing him here at all。
I hope they're putting it to Taft。 〃When？〃
〃An hour ago； two hours。 I just spoke to Tim Stone at the Institute。〃
An unfortable hitch follows。
〃Did you find Curry？〃 I ask； wiping the lipstick off my mouth。
But in the pause before he answers； we are silently rehashing our argument about the Hypnerotomachia； about the priorities I've set for myself。
〃I came here to talk to Gil；〃 he says； cutting the conversation short。
Katie and I watch him edge along the wall toward the desk； gather up some of his old drawings； the ones of the crypt he's been sketching for months； then disappear through the door as quickly as he came。 Papers swirl on the floor in the vortex he leaves behind； shifting in a tiny current by the door。
As Katie pushes herself off the table； I think I can read her mind。 This book is inescapable。 Not all the decisions in the world will make it possible fo