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Show 81 beside her bed. If the kids didn't go down early, there would be no time to do it. She felt the frustration on her face, she tried to conceal it. "How's school going for you, Sharon?" Mrs. Green set a cup on the drain basket. "Okay, Mrs. Green." She smiled with her large, expressive mouth. "Call me Alice. Okay?" "Okay, Mrs. Green. I mean-Alice." She laughed, a pleasant, contagious laugh-Sharon laughed also. She liked this woman. She wanted to feel at ease with her. "Roger tells me," Mrs. Green said, "that you're taking the college prep course." "Yes. I want to go on next year." "Where? Here is town?" "Oh yes. Mount St. Mary's. If I can get in." "I'm impressed," Mrs. Green said, "that's a demanding school academically. You must be pretty sharp." "I like school. Most of the time, anyway. But Mount St. Mary's is terribly expensive. I'll have to get a scholarship or something." Mrs. Green glanced at the door, hesitating, no one was there. In a lower, confidential tone, she said, "Roger tells me that you have some problems doing your homework. Here in the house and all." "Sometimes," Sharon admitted. On the stove the pot of spaghetti began bubbling over, Sharon turned it down. "Yes, sometimes it gets pretty hectic around here." "I've noticed," Mrs. Green said, her voice even lower, "that |
