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Show 127. I'm going back tomorrow, too. Some specialist's coming in to see about his eyes--" "Hey, guy, look!" She tugged at the sleeve of JD's parka. "Jerry's on at five and he'll trade with you if you get over to his house before he leaves. If you show up tonight . . . and apologize . . . and make it sound like you mean it . . ." she was pleading with him. "I can't hack it, Sylvie." He let his shoulders sag and realized he felt about a hundred years old. "Gillispie can carry on without me." "But I can't," Sylvie looked miserable. "I really can't, JD. You're the best friend I have at work." JD smiled. "Thanks for coming over. Honest." "Here," Sylvie dug in her big bag, "take this! You'll need it." It was the bright orange lapel pin he'd given her at Christmas for a joke. "Pinch me!" it said. "Hey, how come? What do I want with this?" He walked after her. She flounced on ahead and got into the car. "Some day somebody will and maybe you'll wake up. Thanks for nothin'!" She slammed the door, then backed down the drive without giving him another glance. He'd made her plenty mad. Good old Sylvie, he thought, she's really looking out for me. But for some reason he didn't care about that either. |
