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Show 111. "There's only one thing wrong with setting a date. UFO's seem to appear in waves -like an epidemic or something. And when one of these UFO flaps is on, that's when we should go out looking for one. But let's do it, anyway. It'll break the monotony." "Then this sudden idea of yours . . ." Chic looked sheepish. "It wasn't so sudden. I've been thinking about it for weeks." He folded the map and put it back in the drawer. "Look, JD, you said yourself I oughta get to know Stephanie better. I can't ask her out-Mr. Ugly himself-but maybe she'd slide down the hill in my innertube," Chic said, his eyebrovrs jumping up and down in his forehead. JD laughed. He didn't believe Wilcox for a minute. But he had the most inventive means of persuasion. "Okay, ugly, you're on! Later in January, all right? I'll have to build up to it." They locked the shop, leaving Chic's place with an early night fog moving in around them. "C'mon over for dinner," JD asked on impulse. It had been ages since Chic had eaten with them. "Stephanie's making lasagna, so there'll be plenty." Chic grinned. "You force me into it!" he said and they started down the street toward the Anderson's. |