ABSTRACT
There was this girl, Peggy, he could call any time. They had an agreement, Karol and Peggy did, they were old friends. “You get the night frights, you telephone, we’ll talk,” she said. “Any hour, I don’t care. I can talk you up, I’m really good, Karol. Up and out of it. And if talk doesn’t do, we’ll cuddle together, okay? I won’t even ask you for taxi fare, okay? I’ll just throw on a raincoat over my nightie—”
