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Show 229 There was a pause, a slightly awkward moment which Peggy disarmed: "I've got a couple of grandchildren to show you," she said. "Come here, girls." The girls, who were peeking out with furtive eyes from behind Lynn, squeezed back further behind her. "Come on now," Peggy said, "Come on out." Lynn moved to one side, but the girls, with their dark hair, their red shiny faces, moved with her. "Come on and meet your cousins," Peggy said, "Come on out for Grandma now." Again Lynn moved to one side, attempting to bring them out in front of her. But the girls suddenly broke from her, scurrying back through the front door into the house, the screen door slamming behind them. "No, I don't believe it." Robbie said-he was shocked by the children, disbelief on his face. Sharon, though, had never been that close to Lynn. There had been too much of an age difference. Billy had been her playmate, her friend when Lynn and Robbie had driven him away. Billy now put his arm around the waist of the slender, olive-skinned girl and brought her forward. His thin wiriness complemented her almost delicate slimness. "Robbie, Sharon-I'd like you to meet Carla." The slim girl smiled, and extended her hand, first to Robbie and then to Sharon. It was a delicate, well-formed hand; Sharon was surprised by how warm it felt. "I've heard much about you," Carla said, "I'm very pleased to |
