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Show Woodworth/9 food on the book?" Her mother takes a bite, and moves the sandwich to mid-air again. "What's the big deal? It's only a library book." "I know. But I just don't want it to get all greasy." "I'm not hurting it any." "No. I know you're not. But just in case." Her mother slams the bookvshut with one hand and tosses it onto the couch next to Marty. "You're so damned touchy about things." Hearing it coming, Marty can't resist. "Just about things that don't belong to me." "And that's why your father and I have been banned from a room in our house for as long as you choose to stay here?" "You haven't been banned. I just asked you to please not go in there when I'm not around. I just need to feel like I have some privacy." "So it's all right if I pay a cleaning woman to go in there whenever she needs to, but not for me to go in?" "Mom, look. I'll clean my own room if you want." Both of them look at the television. A pasty woman with yellow hair is sitting on a sofa, crying into her hands. A burly man with dark hair and a mustache is standing over her. "I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, Irene," he says. "It's not your fault," she says into her hands. "And, and. she lifts her face to him. "It is better that I know. But, do you think I should tell her? Do you think that she's old enough to understand?" "You're her mother, Irene. You're the only one who can make that decision. But, if I were you, I would wait. Let her |
