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Show Woodworth/181 "I want to sleep in here." "Ok," Ruth says. "You can come and hop into bed." Marty sees the door close slightly, and Megan's silhouette blend into the darkness of the room. Then she feels her sister climbing in beside her, kneeing her in the stomach; the feverish, sleepy heat of her body, the cold clamminess of her feet. "Your feet are freezing," she complains loudly. "They'll warm up in a minute," her mother says. She continues stroking Marty's forehead. She tells them a story, quietly, about a black cat with magical power. Marty listens as long as she can, longer than Megan who has fallen asleep again, and is snoring lightly. But she doesn't remember when Ruth creeps from the room. "God, I almost forgot to tell you," Marty says, turning back to her mother. "Megan is coming home this weekend. She said to tell you that she would call later this week about what time she'd be getting in. She's going to take the train." "That's wionderful," Ruth says. Her face brightens, expands. "We'll have to do something special. We can have a party. Should we? Invite all of Megan's old friends, and have a party in the back yard. Maybe we could even ask the Grayson's if they'd mind if we used the pool. But one night, we should have a family party. It seems like it's been such a long time since all of us have been together. Since last Christmas. We should just have dinner together one night when she is home." "Ok," Marty agrees. "That sounds like a good idea. If you do it Saturday night, I can even come out and help you on Saturday." |