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Show Woodworth/24 "I suppose they will start having those noisy parties again soon," she says as Marty arrives. "Summers haven't been the same since the Grayson's put in that pool. I feel like we're living on a public beach." "Hi, Dad." Marty stops short of embracing her father. She sits on a lawn chair, forming an isoceles triangle with her parents. "Hi, Marts. Been for a walk?" "Just down to the pond." "Seen any fish down there this year?" "I didn't look." "Gray told me he was going to put another two dozen trout in there this year," Ned tells his wife. "Seems like a waste of money to me. It certainly can't be much of a challenge for him to go and fish 'em out again. He could practically wade in and pick 'em out with his hands." Ruth continues to stare at the hedge, and Marty watches her, wondering what she is thinking, feeling. "Did you have a nice nap?" she asks. "Yes. Very nice." "What's for dinner? Do you need any help?" "There's some lamb chops in there. I thought we'd eat about seven." Her mother doesn't look at her, and Marty looks at the ground. A bird calls, "Kee-kler, Keek-ler," from behind the hedges. A dog barks excitedly. Faintly, a car is heard, comes closer, stops. A car door slams. Voices bubble happily from the Grays on's dri veway. "That tree spray couldn't help much, either," Ned says. "When did they spray last? Year before last? Year before that? Killed all the goldfish there were in there then. And they're r ~ < ~ f r t + n .ftajflg ±n qpmy again, soon, or we're going to lose a lot |