Word: vag
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Vag slumped in the barber chair and looked into the big mirror. A blank, "How'd you like it, sir? Short? Medium? Long?--The barber's cagerly flat voice jarred him out of the void...
...Short. Army style." Vag heard his voice too loud in the empty barber shop. Then he said, "Not too short, though--got a date Friday. He watched the barber in the mirror, moving around behind him with the permanent smile. He hardly remembered getting into the chair. All the times before this, ever since his second day in Cambridge, he had stood desperately undecided in the middle of the barber shop floor when the smiling men in the white coats had snapped to attention next to their chairs. It still embarrassed him, though he managed to hide it under...
...Vag's eye-lids shut heavily. It was only eleven o'clock, but he'd been up for five hours now. Stan and Don had gotten him up at six. They'd gone over to Hayes Bick for breakfast, sort of a testimonial dinner on toasted cinnies. Cinnies and Bickford's brought back a lot of things. Then over to PBH at 7:30. Vag waited outside of Local Board 47. A silent walk over to the island in the Square, trying to think of something important to say. Nothing. Hurried, cold handshakes. "Don't forget to write," Vag...
...somewhere," he muttered, just to see how it sounded. Where would it be, he wondered. Back in Cambridge? Maybe. Haven't thought much about it, Vag said under his breath. Family always wanted me to have that degree. And I only need three more courses. But it's going to be different afterwards. And I'll be different. Why the hell come back anyway. Right now I just want to get out of this ghost town. Hope the draft board gets me before exams. . . . And if I came back it would only be an escape. And I'd be bored...
...Again Vag tried looking at that book, but he remembered Saturday night and the farewell party to the guy across the hall. He thought of the farewell party the week before that, and the ones before that. He thought of the pat on the back and the "good luck, boy, I hope you don't have to depend on it though." And he thought of the sailors in the Common and headlines in the newspapers and the war movies...