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Show -182- as he had a hundred times, that all martinis, straight up or otherwise, were "over ice." As he fixed the drinks, she carried the present over and arranged them by the fireplace. When he brought the drinks in, he placed them on the coffee table before the fire, and they sat facing each other, he in his swivel chair, she on a brown settee. She had also brought in some fresh bread from the kitchen? cut into small pieces, topped with swiss cheese. "Pros't!" he said as he raised his glass. She nodded.and clinked her glass against his. "Now tell me what happened," she said. He told her again about the shooting, and she made worried and sympathetic responses. "I joined the Union today - at least, I told them I would join, H he then told her. "Yes? I suppose you should." She had always gone along with him in his union sympathies? She never bought at a store x-ihere there xjere pickets, and she observed any union boycotts she knew about. "Can you get their insurance?" she asked him. "Yes. I'll sign up the next time I go in." The fire blazed and crackled. The dog sat and gazed at it from her rug by the window. Outside it was turning dusk, the sky had cleared, but a light wind rustled the oak limbs. The evening was beginning like many the Professor could remember over the past few years, evenings that seemed to shape |