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Ross was a great friend and somebody to be humored and laughed at. And Ross took it absolutely meekly. She would forget dates with him or come an hour and a half late and he'd say, “That's all right.” Other people he would have screamed at if they were five minutes late. But Ginger was something else again! She's a great girl, incidentally.

We went to theater together once in awhile. He would bring Ginger and I'd take my girl of the month. One day Ross called me up--he called everybody by their last name--and said, “Cerf, Ginger is coming up to my place in the country, North Stamford, for the weekend.” I said, “What's that to me? Great for you!" He said, “She's bringing her god damn kid cousin with her. God damn it, Cerf, you've got to come up and take care of that god damn kid cousin.” I let out a hoot of derisive laughter. I said that I certainly would not come up. Then he began to plead that I had to come up and help out. Since I had been up there lots of times before it was not too much to ask, but I demanded all kinds of terms before I accepted to come. One was that he had to review three Random House books in the New Yorker. The second, as I remember, was that he had to play a certain number of games of backgammon with me during the weekend because at that time Ross was the world's greatest pigeon at backgammon. He loved to gamble and he was a dreadful gambler. They used to murder him at poker. He would play in that Thanatopsis Club and would be absolutely murdered, and at backgammon everybody could beat him because he didn't know how to play. There was a rule we

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