Eric also quickly learns about Becky. Murphy's identity, this woman about Catherine's age is now a lecturer at Columbia University, and the two were classmates in the same dormitory back then, so they became good friends when their personalities were very different.

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon when they walked out of the auditorium where the lecture was held, and Eric and Catherine were about to say goodbye and leave. Murphy forced him to go to her house as a guest, but he couldn't shirk it, and the two had to comply.

Betsy. Murphy's home is in a small apartment on the Upper West Side, and her husband, Charlton. Hawkins, who is also a faculty member at Columbia University, has been married for six years but has no children.

"Eric, you've been with Catherine for a long time, you have to be careful, don't look at her as a very gentle woman, but she is full of violence in her bones," Dinner, drank a few glasses of red wine, Becky. Murphy's words began to increase.

"I haven't found out about this yet, how do you know that?" Eric asked curiously.

Catherine gave a helpless look.

Betsy. Murphy put down his goblet and looked at Catherine, as if asking for a woman's opinion, but quickly said, "Don't talk about her films, many people discovered this when we were all students ∞in Columbia." There was a painting class ...... "Becky. Murphy said, stretched out his arms and gestured, and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "Such a big piece of drawing paper, she drew such a bloody thigh on it, it scared people to death." ”

"Becky, that's not a thigh, I remember explaining. That's an arm. Catherine retorted helplessly.

"Ahh I always thought it was a thigh," Becky. Murphy's eyes widened, and then he added: "But what's the difference, it's all bloody stuff anyway, and Pat and I have always been worried about whether you will have a split personality and suddenly turn into a female demon when we are unprepared, and pull out a knife to kill us all." ”

"I'm going to sew your little mouth shut right now." Catherine glared at Betsy and said.

Everyone at the table laughed.

Throughout dinner time, Becky. Murphy has been telling interesting stories about Catherine in Brabra, and Eric's perception of women has become more concrete. It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that Eric and Catherine were removed from Becky. Murphy's house walked out, and Eric's car had unknowingly stopped in front of Betchyga.

The two got into the car and worked with Becky. After Mr. and Mrs. Murphy said goodbye, the car quickly drove down Broadway.

After driving the car for more than ten minutes, Eric saw the woman sitting next to him reach out and gently rub her forehead, and asked with concern, "Did you drink too much and feel a little dizzy?" ”

Catherine nodded, "It's okay. Just go back and rest for a while. ”

Eric beckoned the driver to stop and open the door. Although Catherine was a little curious, she walked down and stepped on the streets of Manhattan at night, and the cold air quickly made Catherine feel a little more comfortable.

"It's a little better to walk for a while," Eric said, leading the way to the edge of the road.

The bodyguard drove behind the two men in a hurry, and Eric and Catherine walked side by side on the side of the street, watching the shops on both sides of the street and the traffic on the road, and did not say much.

Passing by an alleyway, Eric saw a group of young people gathered at the door of a dance hall, and his mind moved, and he pulled the woman next to him: "Shall we go over there and have a look?" ”

Catherine glanced at it, and just wanted to shake her head and say forget it, but saw that Eric had turned into the alley, and hesitated, but the woman followed.

It was a discotheque, and perhaps because the hall was so full of guests, the guards at the door didn't let all the young people outside.

Eric and Catherine walked side by side through the crowd to the chain where the guests were intercepted, Eric was about to communicate with the guards and let them in, when the man in the suit who stood behind him and held his hands behind his back looked at the two men and raised his chin at the guard, who removed the chain and motioned for them to enter.

Depositing their coats, the two walked deeper into the long hallway, and Eric glanced at the woman beside him and asked curiously, "You can't be here for the first time, right?" ”

Catherine nodded, "I've never been to a place like this before. ”

Eric smiled, "Actually, so am I. ”

Before they entered the hall, Eric and Catherine heard the sound of loud music, and came to the door of the hall, in the flickering lights, the two saw countless men and women dancing happily to the music on the dance floor, although the temperature outside was below freezing, but most of the women in the hall were wearing revealing clothes, and many men were also naked, revealing large tattoos.

Catherine was obviously a little uncomfortable when she saw this scene: "Why don't we go back, it's already past nine o'clock." ”

"Since you're here, let's sit down for a while," Eric said, reaching out to grab the woman and walking towards the bar.

Catherine felt her hand suddenly caught by Eric, and quickly broke free, glared at Eric, and warned, "Don't do this." ”

"Well," Eric smiled, and though the woman said that, he didn't see much disgust in her eyes.

Asking for twice as much whiskey, Eric led the woman to a vacant couch in the corner and sat there.

"I'm crazy to come with you to a place like this," Catherine sat down beside Eric, her waist straightened habitually, her eyes curiously surveying the frantically dancing crowd on the dance floor.

"It's fair to say that I haven't been here, it's hard to imagine that you haven't been to this kind of place, haven't you lived here for many years?"

"Some people don't do things in their lifetime, even if they're close to them."

"Oh, I see," Eric glanced at the woman's face, which looked less than thirty years old, and if Catherine could not maintain a restrained attitude to life, it would certainly be a different picture now, and a place like the cabaret was undoubtedly the most abrasive place for the body and mind.

Sipping on the whiskey in his hand, Eric suddenly asked, "I remember more than a decade ago, there seemed to be a 'disco fuck off' movement, you know?" ”

Catherine nodded: "That time, Betsy and the others just pulled me to watch that game, but I didn't expect that in the middle of the field, someone ignited a lot of disco records." Later, for some reason, the young people all over the street changed into T-shirts with 'disco-sucks' printed on them, and during that time, many discos were closed. (To be continued......)