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Show 36 Wasn't it? Yes. She would not doubt herself. They met the following Sunday after church, at Tiny Naylor's, Katie dropped her off on the way home. He wasn't in any of the booths, he had not arrived yet. She chose one where she could watch the door. She wanted a cigarette-she carried a pack in her purse all the time now. Although she did not smoke at home, Katie would not allow it. But she would not have one, she decided. If Robbie walked in before she finished, there would be words over it. Even though he smoked himself. And she was determined to avoid a confrontation with him. To impress him with her maturity. A moment later he pulled into the parking lot, and she was glad she had not. He searched for an empty stall, wheeling the convertible smartly around the lot. It was a '55 Ford with a brilliant wax job and spotless chrome. Which caught the sun in dazzling flashes, the whole parking lot was transformed, alive in swords of light until the car came to rest in an empty slot. The top was down, he was wearing sun glasses and a green suit. He hopped out of the car, closing the door behind him without a backward glance. She enjoyed watching him when he did not know he was being watched. Ever since she was a little girl-before she could remember-she had enjoyed that. How handsome he was! Striding across the lot toward the entrance, he was still unaware of her. He was of average height for a man, a couple of inches taller than she, of average build-perhaps, even, a bit slighter than average, he had taken after their mother. While she-how ironical it was-had been patterned after their dad, with his large frame. Even now at one-seventy, |