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Show Woodworth/128 ¥ou are a very elusive lady." "I'm playing hard to get," she retorts, her angry mood still with her. "Hard to get," he laughs. "What time do you get off work?" "I don't know. Usually around 6:30 or 7:00. It depends on whether there are customers or not." "How about if we go out for a drink, or something? I can come and pick you up at 7'00." She hesitates. She should play hard to get. Show him for not calling, for laughing at her. But the evenings are long. Watching the girl across the alley. Trying to keep food off the pages of the magazine. "Sure. I'll meet you right out front at 7:00." "0k." He kisses her lightly on the hair. "Great." She watches him as he leaves. So thin. Sways his hips almost like a girl. Proud of his body, of the way he looks and moves. She's proud of it, too. What will happen tonight? Bernie is watching her. "Wanna work the cash register today?" he asks. i "Do I have a choice?" She can handle him. Any of them. "No," he says. Turns his back, walks away. The day passes quickly. She can think about him. She's grown up, now. Her own place. A man in her life. She decides not to tell anyone about him. Except Rachael already knows. She won't tell Rachael any more. This one is hers. She pictures mornings, waking up with him. Making love, eating breakfast. Making love again. They go to Nantucket, early in the spring, and no one else is there./\• The_^oa*-4e-Jja_Jiifi_3tta±ejir-a»4 she takes him sailing. She imagines him, hiking out, looking up at the sail while she holds the boat. SH-.PS.HW »± the helm. He says something, laughs, |