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Show 112 "Good evening-my, you look nice." "Well, thank you," her bright brown eyes showed her appreciation of the compliment. Sharon had never seen her fixed like this, with such flair, so different from her church appearance, from the Legion meetings. Mr. Green was taking her in also, Sharon noticed, as if he were drinking her presence-a fine liquor-with his eyes. "It looks like things are progressing well here," she said to Mr. Green, who was arranging lemon slices on a plate, "the fish done?" "Just right," he said, "the salad's in the fridge." She opened the refrigerator door. "My, Hank, that looks good," she popped one of the shiny red tomatoes in her mouth, ducking her head forward as she ate. Mr. Green was still watching her, still obviously enjoying her, as his hands worked. "Here," she offered one of the bright little tomatoes to Sharon, "Would you like one?" Sharon took it, the tangy ripeness bursting in her mouth. "Can I get you one, Hank?" Alice asked. "I've already been there, thanks." He made a pleasing circular wheel of the lemon slices on the plate. "Everything's ready, the table just needs setting." "Would you like to help?" Alice asked Sharon. It was a rather small dining room, and in passing back and forth, her dress brushed against Alice's dress; it was a nice feeling, Sharon vaguely noted, when their dresses brushed each other like that. There was an easiness between Alice and Mr. Green, she quickly observed, the kind of deep underlying fondness for each other that her own parents had had-that was lacking in Oscar and Katie. Mr. Green told of Roger |