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Show 37 she probably outweighed Robbie by ten or fifteen pounds. How disgusting it was, that he should be so trim, so naturally that way, while she had to fight every pound in that ongoing battle with herself. He stood at the entrance, overlooking the booths. She waved. He saw her, and smiled. He was glad to see her, she felt a rush of love for him. But as he came down the aisle, before reaching the booth, his smile faded. His mouth became small, tight. "Hello, Sis." "Good morning." He leaned down and pecked her on the cheek, then sat down opposite her, turning his coffee cup upright. There was a sharp efficiency to his movements. But he moved like that, had those mannerisms, when he was uncertain over something. "Coffee?" "Yes," she said turning her cup over also. "You're jUst from mass?" "Yes," she said, "Katie just dropped me off." The waitress came. A young, attractive girl, only a few years older then Sharon. Pertly, she poured their coffee-did they want to see a menu? No, Robbie said, he just wanted an English muffin. That sounded good to Sharon also. The waitress smiled, a large smile-she obviously enjoyed talking with Robbie, taking his order-it would only take a few minutes, she said. As she left, Sharon felt a sudden pleasure, that they waitress should know they were together. "You went to mass?" "Last night," he said. "And this morning." "Oh?" She avoided his eyes. |
