CHAPTER SIX
Carolyn had now been living with Bill for a month. During that time two important things had happened to her. First, she had grown steadily disenchanted with the set in which he moved. The poets, painters, writers and musicians seemed to live in an entirely different world from her. They spoke a language she didn't understand, and somehow couldn't learn no matter how hard she tried to understand them.
It wasn't just a jargon, of course. Though Carolyn found their "hippie" talk peculiarly alien to her, their whole outlook on life, and in particular, their attitude toward her, was repellent to her. They weren't at all sympathetic, they didn't make any attempt to put her at ease in their company. It was quite a change from the set Robert had introduced her to—they had accepted h
