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Show 69. somewhere else. Now, thinking over their conversation, JD wondered who the other guests were. That part he hadn't told his folks. "Some damn circus," his dad would've said. "And you the main attraction . . ." No, he could do without that. Mr. Evans must have really wanted him for dinner, to go to so much trouble. Gayle met JD about three blocks from her house and they slowed to a snail's pace, holding hands and walking close. JD noticed how choice she looked tonight, how the white turtleneck brushed the roundness of her chin and set off her adorable, incomparable, irresistible face. As usual, he walked a foot taller with her beside him. They stopped to kiss under a street lamp for the whole world to see. Then they laughed at the way their frosty breath hung in the air, making them look like characters talking on a comic strip. Finally they rounded the corner where Gayle lived. "Are you nervous?" she teased, turning merry eyes on him. "I guess. A little," he grinned. "What if I drop my fork or something stupid?" "Then I'll drop mine." "With my luck I'll probably drop my spoon, too." "So will I then!" "Let's follow that by chucking our knives under the table, okay? And we'll make loud noises with the celery." "You struck out. We're not having celery," she stood on her tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek. "Dummy!" "Who's going to be there besides me?" He thought he might as well know now. "Dr. and Mrs. Burke," she paused, "you know Dr. Burke-" "Yeah. He's new at the hospital. Dad's seen him a few times." "And Tom Gordon. His wife was coming, too, but one of their kids was sick." "Who's he?" "You don't know Tom Gordon?" "Why should I?" "He's that communicastor from Casper. My mom listens to him all the time on the talk show." |