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Show 30 were not the rules her mother would have made. But her mother was not there to make them. So she made her own, and implemented them herself. Sometimes she changed them. One Saturday evening, mid-summer, the middle of July, she decided that instead of going to the walk-in, to where they were driving, she wanted Roger to take her to the drive-in. "It would be nice," she said, "to spend the evening out of doors, seeing the movie. Instead of being cooped up in some smelly theatre." From behind the wheel, Roger looked over to her. "The drive-in?" "Yes," she said, "the Clear-Vu. It's the same movie." "You know what I think, Shar?" That mocking glint was in his eyes. "I think you don't want to watch the movie at all." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." He glanced at the road, and then back at her with his mocking eyes. "I think you just want to give this old front seat here a workout." Anger surged within her. She turned away to look out the far window at the passing block. She had to be careful, she told herself. She did not want a confrontation. "Look. I hadn't better chance it," he said, "without checking it out at home first. What if I got into a fender bender or something?" "Okay. You had your chance." "Look: if this was my own car, we'd go. But it's not. Okay?" "Fine." "How about if I check it out for next week?" "Forget it." |