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Show 109 Roger appeared with the hangers, his own suit coat hanging on one. "You two look like you're getting acquainted," he said. He was pleased that they had hit it off, very pleased, Sharon could discern that in his movements as he picked up her coat and hung it in the closet. "Mom's still dressing," he said, "she'll be out in a minute." "Did she tell you that the Driscolls are stopping by later," Mr. Green said, "for drinks? And pinocle. After you and Sharon here leave for the play. Which reminds me, we won't have the car: did you run the dog food by Mrs. Harms?" "Oh, damn." Irritated, Roger turned to Sharon. "You know what I did? I was supposed to pick up some dog food for the woman across the street-it completely slipped my mind." "Well, in the company of a young lady like this," Mr. Green said pleasantly, "I can understand why your mind wouldn't be on shopping." Sharon laughed, blushing slightly. "Her husband's out of town on business," Mr. Green explained, "she doesn't drive." Turning to Roger, he said, "Maybe she could feed him some scraps tonight, some leftovers or something." "Feed Herman leftovers? Are you kidding? That dog eats better than most people. No," Roger said, "I told her I'd bring her some tonight- I'll bring her some." "I guess you're right," Mr. Green glanced at his watch, "You've got a few minutes until dinner-and I'm in charge of the fish! Excuse me." He left hurriedly for the kitchen. Roger looked to Sharon. "Why don't I go on down-this will give you a chance to become better acquainted." Roger had read her |
