Chapter 18 17

For three days, I continued to look for her phone number.The girl who lent me the Beach Boys records. I went to the high school office to check the roster of graduates and found it.But when I called that number, there was only a recording of the call, saying that the number was now empty.I called the directory desk and gave her name, but after five minutes the operator said that her name was not listed in the phone book.When I mentioned this name, I felt very good, so I said thank you and hung up the phone. The next day, I called some of my former classmates and asked if they knew how she was doing?No one knew what was going on with her.Most don't even remember her existence.The last one didn't know why, but said to me, I don't want to talk to you, and hung up the phone after speaking.

On the third day, I went to the school again and asked the name of the university she attended in the office.It was the English department of a second-rate women's university on the mountainside.I called the university office, claiming to be the person in charge of the follow-up investigation of Macomi Salad Dressing, and wanted to contact her for the questionnaire, and wanted to know her correct address and phone number.I'm sorry, because there is something important, please wait a moment to be polite.The clerk said that he would check and see if he could call again in fifteen minutes.After I drank a bottle of beer, I called again, and the clerk told me that she had applied to withdraw from school in March of this year, citing illness, he said.But what is the cause?Are you recovering enough to eat lettuce now?And why don't you apply for a leave of absence but apply for a withdrawal?He doesn't know anything.

Do you have an address?Old ones are fine too.After I asked, he helped me find out that it was a house rented to students near the school. I called there, and a person who seemed to be the hostess answered. She said that she moved out in spring and disappeared.After speaking, I hung up the phone.A hanging method that I don't want to know. That was the last thread of connection between me and her. I went home and had a beer and listened to California girls by myself.