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Show -233- car appeared on the road. He watched his xrife drive up the last l i t t l e incline and pull in on the roadway above. She xrould probably have bags of groceries for him to carry. He walked the narrow ramp that led from the patio to the road, arriving beside the car just as his xrife xas getting out. "Do you have groceries?" he asked. She nodded toxard the rear seat. "The kids called," he told her as he opened the door and picked up two of the three bags s i t t i n g on the rear seat. "They're coming over." "Oh, good!" his xrife exclaimed. "When?" "Before five." "Will they stay for dinner?" He balanced the txro heavy bags in his arms. "They didn't say." "Didn't you ask?" Noxr they xrere xalking doxm the ramp to the patio, the txro bags growing heavier with each step. "I guess I just assumed they xrould be." "I xrish you xrould ask those things," she complained mildly. She held the door open for him. He entered and deposited the groceries on the kitchen counter. He xas puffing, as he seemed always to be doing since the pneumonia. When he went out to fetch the third bag, he noticed that the dog had entered and xas lying on her rug by the xrindoxr. "Do you want me to leave the dog in?" he called to his |