摘要：
"Oh"—smilingpolitely.Thenalittlefrowncamequicklybetweenhiseyes."Alwaysw onderedwhathappene... "Oh" — smiling politely. Then a little frown came quickly between his eyes.
"Always wondered what happened to you, Bill."
"I'm a lawyer. Nice firm, way downtown."
"Married yet?"
"Sure. Two kids."
"Oh," she said.
A great many people went past them through the park. People they didn't know. It was late afternoon. Nearly sunset. Cold.
"And your husband?" he asked her.
"We have three children. I work in the bursar's office at Columbia."
"You're looking very . . ." (he wanted to say old) ". . . well," he said.
She understood. Under the trees in Washington Square, she found herself desperately reaching back into the past. She had been older than he then in Ohio. Now she was not young at all. Bill was still young.
"We live on Central Park West," she said. "Come and see us sometime."
"Sure," he replied. "You and your husband must have dinner with my family some night. Any night. Lucille and I'd love to have you."
The leaves fell slowly from the trees in the Square.
Fell without wind. Autumn dusk. She felt a little sick.
"We'd love it," she answered.
