"... BUT THE EGGPLANT OVER THERE."

"O.K. Shelvy," said I, with a yawn. "Down as soon as I have washed." And hung up. Half way through my wash, the bell rang again.
"Hello."
"That you, Bill?"
"Um-hmm."
"Are you still angry about last night?"
"Humm?"
"Bill! This is (yawn - pard'n me) don't you remember? That is you, huh? In 682?"
"Um-humm" (Did she say Shelby? Sally?)
"Well, come on down. I'll wait for you in the hall."
"Um-hummm" (yawn - pard'n me)
So I finished my wash and went down, joining Lee and Shelvy. No sign of Sally (who is Betty's sister and only 16 anyway). Wonder if someone is kidding.
After breakfast (lunch for the other two), we are chatting in 682 when the phone rings. Shelvy hands it to me.
"'Lo!"
"Bill, where were you? Did you go back to bed?"
"Nope. Didn't see you anyplace, so we went off to Walgreens. You sure you have the right guy?"
"Certainly I have! Back home now."
"Well, come on down and join the gang."
"No! I'm going to take a shower and sleep a while first. I'll come down later - after all, it's 30 blocks away. Okay?"
"Yeah. S'long."
So at least it couldn't be a leg-pull by Lee and Shelvy. Must be Sally.
At 4:30, with still others present, the bell rings again.
"H'lo" (yawn - pard'n me)
"Bill? Can I come along now?"
"Sure - what are you waiting for?"
"See you in half an hour." -- all sexy like.
So I wait. By this time I am awake, wondering just who the hell it can be. After all, it was Betty who got annoyed with Sally the night before, not me.
So I waited at the doorway at 5 O'clock when she arrived. Was going past me so --
"Looking for someone?"
"Yes, Bill. Bill Morse in 682."
"Madam" (Mama taught me to be polite) "I am Bill Morse. Honest, Lady. Are you SURE you have the right guy? Look." and I show her my Air Force identity card.
So she decides I am the wrong guy after all, and trips quietly down the stairs.
As she vanishes, I began to wonder.
Is Harry Bee using my name and number?
Was it something Lee and Shelvy cooked up?
Or was there another Bill Morse floating around? In para-time, that is?
(Pardon me while I yawn once more)
Anything can happen at a SF Con!

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Editor's note: Bill would insist on going out with some girl the night before when he could have stayed with us and discussed stf like a true fan. He insists that he remembers everything that happened that night, but as he wasn't in the company of fans how can we be sure ...?

Data entry by Judy Bemis

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