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In bed—only we were not in a bed, we were lying on a plaid blanket, amid our tossed clothing, in a deserted polo field—I asked:

“Where did you grow up?”

“All over,” Cliff answered as he lit a cigarette, then, after taking a puff, handed it to me.

“No, seriously,” I said, exhaling smoke and handing him back the cigarette.

“Seriously. My dad was in the navy.”