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Show Woodworth/8 to come home one day, and find Ruth in the kitchen, dressed in one of her bright dresses and smelling of perfume, humming and ready to go out for the evening. She expects it, keeps thinking there is something she can do. Or even something she can tell her father so he will know what to do. But in all this time, she hasn't been able to figure out what it is. "I saw Peter in front of the drug store. He gave me your prescription." "Oh, thanks. It was nothing I needed right away. But thank you anyway." Ruth reaches behind the lamp and retrieves her drink. White wine? Marty wonders, noticing that it's in a wine glass. But it looks too dark. "Did you find what you wanted at the library?" "I wasn't looking for anything special. Just something to read. I got this..." She holds up the book by the new author, and her mother reaches for it. "Ever heard of him?" "No. Sounds interesting." Ruth takes a bite of her sandwich, dropping a piece of mayonnaise-laden chicken on the book. Marty winces. "Maybe I'll read it when you're through. Oh, and Grapes of Wrath. Of course, I've read that many times." Ruth picks the chicken off the pages, and neatly returns it to her plate. She reaches for the other book. "I've read it, too. But I liked it, so I thought I'd read it again." Her mother opens the book, holding the sandwich in mid-air, waving it casually. "Oh, yes. I remember this. Uh-huh. A nice book. A really nice book." Marty watches a glot of mayonnaise travel down a lettuce leaf. "Mom? Could you watch out and make sure you don't get |