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Hawker came up slowly behind him, and saw that it was indeed Green. The young man had a drink in his hand, but was staring intently into the swimming pool as though trying to fathom from it the secrets of the universe. He looked up as Hawker reached his side, then returned his gaze to the water. Hawker pulled up another chair and sat down beside his friend. For a long time, neither man spoke. The night was warm and quiet. Finally Green tired of the silence. “I suppose you think I’m gay.” “I don’t know,” Hawker shrugged. “Sure, why not? That’s the logical assumption, isn’t it? I’ll bet that’s what Lucky thinks.” “He asked me if I thought you were,” Hawker said. “I told him I didn’t know.” “There’s a lot of things you don’t know, isn’t there?” Green raised his glass to his lips, then pu