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Show Woodworth/110 "That'll be nice," Ned says, and turns on the disposal. Her mother is lying in bed, watching television. "Was there something for dinner?" Ruth asks, her eyes still on the picture. "Yeah." "Oh. Good. Did your father get enough to eat?" "Yeah." "It's Humprehy Bogart," Ruth says. "I know I've seen it about a hundred times before, but I really don't remember what happens." Marty watches the movie until the commercials come on. "Canada Dry tastes like love," the song insists. "Mom, I got my own apartment," she says. "I thought it would be easier, more convenient for getting to work, and stuff like that. And you wouldn't have to worry about whether or not I'll be home for dinner, or what time I get home. You know." "Urn hum," her mother says, still watching the screen. "It's a pretty nice apartment. On Beacon Hill. I want you and Dad to 'come eat dinner there some night as soon as I have it fixed up." She warms to the idea, thinking how their relationship will be different if she is in her own place. How her mother will talk to her like an adult woman. "Sounds nice." Her mother doesn't take her eyes from the television, so Warty stands up. "There's a bed and some chairs in the garage that you can have, if you want," Ruth says. "Leave the bureau in your room, so we can use it if guests come. But you can have the one in Jake's room, if you want." |