Eric also soon found out the identity of Betsy Murphy. This woman, who is about the same age as Catherine, is now a lecturer at Columbia University. Back then, the two were classmates in the same dormitory. Therefore, under the circumstances of very different personalities, they will become good friends.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon when they walked out of the auditorium where the lecture was held. Eric and Catherine were about to say goodbye and leave, but they were forced by Becky Murphy to visit her house.
Becky Murphy's home is in a small apartment on the Upper West Side. Her husband, Charlton Hawkins, is also a teacher at Columbia University. The two have been married for six years, but they have no children.
"Eric, you have 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 violent factors in her bones." During dinner, after drinking a few glasses of red wine, Bei Qi Murphy began to talk more.
"I haven't discovered this yet, how do you know?" Eric asked curiously.
Catherine made a helpless look.
Becky Murphy put down her goblet and glanced at Catherine, as if asking for a woman's opinion, but quickly said: "Don't talk about her movies, when we were all students in Columbia, many people I discovered this point. There was a painting class..." Becky Murphy said, stretched out her arms and gestured, and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "She is drawing on such a large piece of paper. There is such a bloody thigh drawn on it, it is frightening to death."
"Betsy, that's obviously not a thigh. I remember I explained it. It's an arm." Catherine retorted helplessly.
"Ah. I always thought it was a thigh." Betsy Murphy's eyes widened, and then she said again: "But what's the difference, anyway, it's all bloody things, and Pat and I have always been worried about it." , will you have a split personality, suddenly become a female devil when we are not prepared, pull out a knife and kill us all."
"I want to sew your little mouth shut right now." Catherine said with a glare at Betsy.
Everyone at the table laughed.
Throughout the dinner time, Becky Murphy kept telling interesting stories about Catherine back then, and Eric's perception of women became more specific. It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that Eric and Catherine came out of Becky Murphy's house, and Eric's car had already parked in front of Becky's house without knowing it.
After the two got into the car and bid farewell to Becky Murphy and his wife, the car quickly drove towards Broadway.
After the car drove for more than ten minutes, Eric saw the woman sitting next to her rubbing her forehead gently, and asked with concern, "Did you drink too much and feel dizzy?"
Catherine nodded: "It's okay. Just go back and rest for a while."
Eric beckoned the driver to stop and opened the door. Although Catherine was a little curious, she followed and walked down, stepping on the streets of Manhattan at night, the cold air quickly made Catherine feel a little more comfortable.
"Walk for a while, it will feel better," Eric said, walking to the curb first.
The bodyguard drove behind the two of them unhurriedly. 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, without saying much.
When passing by a street, Eric saw a group of young people gathered around the door of a dance hall, and his thoughts moved, and he pulled the woman beside him: "Let's go over there and see?"
Catherine glanced at it, and just wanted to shake her head and say forget it, but saw that Eric had turned into the alley, hesitated for a while, and the woman followed.
This is a discotheque, perhaps because the disco was too full of guests, the guards at the door did not let all the young people outside into it.
Eric and Catherine walked through the crowd side by side, and came to the chain that blocked the guests. Eric was about to communicate with the guards and let them in. The man in the suit standing behind the retracted hands looked at the two of them. Lifting his chin towards the guard, the guard took off the chain and motioned for the two of them to go in.
After depositing the coat, the two walked to the depths of the long corridor. Eric glanced at the woman beside him and asked curiously, "You won't be here for the first time?"
Catherine nodded: "I've never been to such a place."
Eric smiled: "Actually, I do too."
Before entering the hall, Eric and Catherine heard the blaring music. When they came to the door of the hall, in the flickering lights, they saw countless men and women dancing happily along with the music on the dance floor. The temperature is below freezing, but most of the women in the hall are wearing revealing clothing, and many men are also bare-chested, revealing large and large tattoos.
Seeing this scene, Catherine was obviously uncomfortable: "Why don't we go back, it's already past nine o'clock."
"Since you're here, sit down for a while," Eric said, reaching out to hold the woman and walking towards the bar.
Catherine felt that her hand was suddenly grabbed by Eric, and quickly broke free, glaring at Eric and warning: "Don't do this."
"Okay," Eric smiled. Although the woman said so, he didn't see much disgust in her eyes.
After ordering twice the whiskey, Eric took the woman to find an empty sofa in the corner and sat there.
"I'm so crazy that I would come to this kind of place with you," Catherine sat down beside Eric, straightened her waist habitually, but looked curiously at the crowd dancing wildly on the dance floor.
"I've never been here before. It's justified. It's hard to imagine that you haven't been here. Haven't you lived here for many years?"
"Some people never do certain things in their lives, even if those things are close to them."
"Oh, I see." Eric glanced at the woman's face that looked less than thirty years old. If Catherine couldn't maintain a restrained attitude towards life, she would definitely look different now, and the dance hall Places are undoubtedly the most abrasive places.
Sipping the whiskey in his hand, Eric asked suddenly: "I remember more than ten years ago, there seemed to be a movement of 'disco go', do you know?"
Catherine nodded: "Becky and the others just dragged me to watch that game. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the game, someone lit a lot of disco records. Afterwards, for some reason, young people all over the street put on their printed discs. Wearing a 'disco-sucks' t-shirt, a lot of discotheques were closed during that time." (To be continued..)