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Show 311 "What you're trying to say is you can't stay long, is that it?" "What I mean i s , i f I'm late he's going to want to know why." "Tell him you were out tracting or something. Knocking on doors. Kicking dogs." "You're not supposed to go tracting alone." "What are you supposed to be doing?" "I went to see Sorenson at the hospital. I mean I really did. Then I just drove around for a while." "Tell him you got lost." " I could do that," he said. She pulled her head away from his chest and looked up at him. "But you don't like that." "He might think i t sounded funny. I mean I had all day to get there." "Why don't you just say you don't want to today, okay?" "No, I don't mean that. I just thought we might talk about i t a l i t t l e. I don't mind admitting i t ' s shaken me up a l i t t l e ." "Sure i t has," she said. " I t ' s something you weren't supposed to do. How do you think I feel? Listen, you don't think this is something I do every day, do you?" By this time they were s i t t i ng on the couch, Alice with her head nestled against his chest and her knees in his lap. He had an arm wrapped awkwardly around her, and because she was virtually on top of him, had no place to put his hand except on her ass. "All right, talk about i t , " she said. "Go ahead. Talk." " I t i s n ' t that easy," he said. "For one thing, I don't think you understand why I'm upset." "Oh God," she said, pulling her skirt down over her knees. " I ' l l bet |