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Show Woodworth/113 "I'm glad you said yes," Gray says as he helps her through the last part of the hedge- "I didn't know how I was going to get you out of there. And I was afraid that if my wife saw me talking to a hedge, she's have me committed for sure. She already thinks I'm nuts for having spend $1*0 on this rocking chair." He leads her to a rocking chair sitting on a wad of newspapers by the side of the pool. "I think it has great potential, don't you? I mean, I know it doesn't look like much right at the moment. But I'm going to strip off all the rest of this paint, and then re-, stain. I think it's a pretty nice wood. See?" He points to a ptach where he has stripped off some of the creamy green paint. The rocker looks like something out of a junkyard, the one piece that would have survived being crushed by decades of dumping. "Looks like a lot of work to me." "Yeah. Well, it keeps me out of trouble." He smiles at her and then looks meditatively at the chair- "Besides, it looks to me like it's only worth about five or six dollars. So, I figured if the guy was charging me forty for it, there must be something about it that I don't know. Maybe it's an original Johhny Appleseed. An authentic Paul Bunyon. A one-of-a-kind Freddy Furniture Builder. I don't know. I kind of like it, though." They both look at the chair as if expecting it to transform itself into treasure. "So. What's this about you moving out?" The question panics Marty, puts her on the defensive. "I just thought it would be easier for everybody. For me to get to my job. And I think my parents have gotten used to living alone. It's kind of an imposition on them to have a kid |