'You spend every minute of your free time with her. It isn't natural . . . '
'Ray, when two adults are in love . . . '
'Love? At your age? My God, I worry about you, I really do.'
'Don't worry, Raymond, old friend. We'll have that flat
in New York one day. Different girls every night . . . '
'Don't you tell me not to worry, Barrett. That girl's got
you, and I don't like it!'
That evening I went to hear Jenny play the piano with the
Music Group