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Show Woodworth/216 would jump in and say, "Don't you see that she's not interested in that? And then he'd start talking about something equally as boring. I hope this doesn't sound conceited," she says to Marty. "Actually, it probably would have happened to any single girl there. But this is really where I needed you, l*\om. I felt like all of a sudden I didn't know what I was doing. You know, like by asking them to get a drink for me, I'd owe them something. New York is like that. Guys ask you out for a drink after work, and if they pay for it, they expect you to pay them back. And I don't mean with money, either." Marty waits for her mother to react, but nothing is said. If I'd said that, I•d be labelled a prostitute, she thinks. "I kept wishing that you'd come and rescue me," Jfegan says to her mother. Marty imagines that Megan has a faint mustache of milk over her upper lip, ^^MftHHHtaiHHBeafeHBBitJhi "Like when I used to go to those parties in eighth grade, and I knew that you would always be there at whatever time you said you were coming to pick me up. So even if everyone got into turning the lights off and having kissing marathons or whatever, that, sooner or later, the lights would have to go back on." "What did Kevin think of all of thes?" Ruth asks. Her skin has warmed and tightened, turned pinkish like early dawn. "Well, that's a whole other story. He finally found me, surrounded by a bunch of avid admirerers. And said, in no uncertain terms, that it was time to go home. I was having fun. I didn't want to go home. But he went through this whole ordeal about how it was his responsibility to see me home safely since I was his date for the evening. So we went outside. The whole time, he was acting like the perfect gentleman, and I thought |