I looked at magazines while Mason called Lem to get detailed directions to his place. It was easy for us to get lost in the city. I couldn’t make up my mind to look at Playboy or Western Horseman, so I looked at both. While I was reading about studs and halters and hindquarters in one magazine, pictures from the other kept flashing through my mind. I about choked, laughing. I know the guy behind the counter thought I was on something. Lem lived in an apartment in a part of town that was blocks of apartments. I don’t see how people keep from getting lost in it. The apartments were called Southern Ivy and he lived in Southern Ivy II. That was the section for people with kids. We walked through rows and rows of apartments. “This is it,” Mason said. I’d take his word for it, but how he could tell this doorway from any of the others, I didn’t know. I tried looking in the window, while Mason pushed the door buzzer, but the curtains were pulled shut.
