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Show 148 her thoughts. He couldn't, she would not let him, she remained oblique to him, not wanting him to know of this imaginad woman. "Sure," he finally said. "Why?" "I mean, on a regular basis." He had always been secretive in that regard, he didn't want to talk about that. "You sound like Mom," he accused. "She'd never have come out and asked that way. Point blank, I mean." He laughed, his eyes softening. "No. She'd have hinted and hinted around. Until I told her something to think about." "Well," Sharon said, determined, "who are you dating? What is she-they-like? Give me something to think about." He laughed again, this time to cover himself, to keep her away. "Freshen you up?" He rose from the table to pour himself another drink. "No," she nodded at her glass which was almost empty, "another one of those and we'll have turkey stuffed with pumpkin." Pouring the scotch, he said: "There's no one special." "No Lucy Hollingsworth?" He laughed, glancing up at her, his eyes laughing this time. "Boy, Mom was sure down on her, wasn't she?" "Well, I can't say as I blame her-the only son and all." "No, I guess not." He poured.the soda, and stirred the drink. "Mom never knew if you were taken with her, or her little Mercedes ." "Neither did I," he said grinning-that mock devil grin of his- bouncing the icecubes with his finger, watching them surface in his |
