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Show Woodworth/126 But it sure is quiet around here." "Yeah." "How are you doing?" "Fine. Great. I mean, it's a little spooky at night. And it's weird having someone live within three feet of me. I think I'm becoming a voyeur. She's a total stranger, and it's like I know everything she does, and she knows everything about me. But we pretend that each other doesn't exist. "Do you think you'll come home this weekend?" "I don't know. I might. It depends on if this heat lets up. But I may just hang out here, and go shopping with Rachael or something. Did anyone call there for me?" "Huh-uh." There is a long silence, and "arty can feel the sweat drops pour down her front, soak into her bra. "Is there anything you need?" her mother asks. Marty laughs. "Plenty. But I'm getting things done. It's just a matter of getting all my errands done, and still having time for work." "Oh." There is another silence. "You let me know, then, if there is anything I can do." "Sure. I will, Mom." Marty waits for her mother to respond. "Ok, well, I'll talk to you later," she continues in the silence. "I should have a phone in a few days, and I'll call you and let you know my number." Ruth doesn't answer. "Whatever," she says, finally. "Ok. Buy," Marty says. She waits for her mother to respond, holding the receiver against her ear. It feels like it's developed a capacity for suction, and is pulling at her head. "Bye, ^om," she savs aerain. and waits a few seconds before hanging up the |