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Show 143 "I've been looking forward to this for weeks!" she said. He smiled, catching the enthusiasm in her face. They chatted. About his job, her job, school. He was listening closely, she knew, for clues into her life, although he drove with seeming nonchalance. But today his close listening did not make her nervous, did not impede her high spirits. There was little traffic, it was nice passing down the street in the rain. At the beach the sky was lighter-although the rain continued- a light grey, almost the color of the ocean itself. It was very natural here, the rain, the water of the sky, the water of the ocean, the earth -the very element of water. Suddenly, there seemed a completeness to the world. "How I envy you!" Sharon said as they left the car for the apartment, carrying the pies and dressing, sheilding them under their arms from the rain. "How's that?" "Living here." She nodded toward the ocean. "Every day waking up to this. Coming home to it." "Oh, you get used to it." He paused, looking out toward the rain on the grey swells. But you're right; it is nice." He frowned-he was remembering, she realized, her requests to move in with him. She did not say anything, she did not want to put him on the defensive. But oh! it would have been nice to live here! No Katie. No house to look after. And then there was the excitement of the aprtment itself. It was on the second floor of a new building, the newness still in the brick, the redwood still glistening with its |