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Agea liked me. She did make a play for me - very subtle, and I was too innocent and shy to even hardly notice, let along act on it. But she turned out to be married to Edwardo, and they had a small cottage in the back of a Victorian on the other side of the hill. It also turned out that she had another boy friend on this side of the hill, on Winfield as a matter of fact, so she was in the neighborhood quite a lot. At some point she told me that she was not going pursue an affair with me, but rather introduce me to her husband Edwardo, because she thought we would become good friends. She did and we did, meeting in the pottery shop one evening.
Edwardo was a guitar playing musician and worked for a music store. He was Costa Rican, very Spanish looking with the nose, shoulder length hippie hair, medium height and weight, a slight accent speaking both English and Spanish fluently and very soft spoken. I, Jerry, Edwardo and Marko became good friends. We made some kind of racial composite - I looking very Nordic, Jerry's family originally French Canadian, Edward very Spanish especially with the nose, and Marko looking a thin very Jewish with glasses.
Jerry's employer was the Catholic institution of the University of San Francisco which was a couple of blocks north of Haight Ashbury. Must have been very embarrassing for them. Jerry was Jesuit trained. He taught primarily English. He liked to bring foreign students home. I remember a dinner at his house. Gerry had met some students from Malaysia. Family members had arrived from Malaysia visiting the students and they cooked a Malaysian meal at Jerry and Jan's.
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