The Date. Sat in a pub talking to a woman of no substance other than she wore a skirt and had *****. Pub closed, I was allowed to follow her home through dreary streets fine rain and yellow street light. I kissed her dry, bloodless lips We parted. Walking back to the ******ยดs hotel. She stood by a bombed-out church and had damp hair. This is too absurd again; I was at a place I didnยดt want to be. Money changed hands. My loneliness laughed hysterically.