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Show 94 Marty was asleep, already drawing in the slow deep breaths of sleep. Taking a deep breath herself, she slipped off the bed as quietly as possible. On her way out of the room, she could feel David's eyes in the dark following her. The next morning before Sharon left for school, she heard Katie on the phone making a doctor's appointment. So that is what it had taken. Oscar had made good on his reso-lution. It made her slightly nauseated to think that. The thought was repulsive, sickening. She had had it with Oscar-she didn't want to think about him, or this whole mess, ever again. She grabbed her boo"ks hurriedly leaving for school-fleeing, oh, if only she would never have to set foot in this house again! She was half-resolved not to. At school, she thought it out: if Katie ended up not going to the doctor, she would leave. Maybe she would go to the Greens, whatever. She would just get out. She promised herself that. She would not phone Robbie-she had learned her lesson there -she would not tell anyone. She would simply pack her stuff in a suitcase and go. Leave. Then she would decide what to do afterwards. She came home from school that afternoon prepared to go up to her room and start packing. But when she came in the kitchen door, Katie was baking a pie. A pie!-from scratch-she was wearing Sharon's apron, with Jeanne there helping peel the apples. Sharon had never seen her do that before. She stood there, dumbfounded, her books in her hands, until Katie told her to shut the door. |