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Show 131 time." "What should they do? I'm just waiting till I'm called." "I know, I don't mean you. The others; all this me-first business. My husband wanted a boy, a son. I thought we were going to have a baby, but it turned out he_ was going to have a son. He really got mad at me when I lost it. Did you know I had a miscarriage?" "No." People didn't talk much about such things. "I thought he'd married me, not some brood mare. Ohhh," she said, impatient with herself. "See, here I am thinking of myself, taking my problems out on you. I guess ..." A tired, remote look came over her face. "I guess what's really bothering me is Daddy. He's got something wrong with his liver." "Serious?" "Pretty bad. And he won't stop drinking, so . . ." She smiled wanly. "Well, I guess that's the way it goes. Chess, really, didn't you have a girl out in Frisco?" "San Francisco," I corrected her. "How could I, Kate? All I could think of was you." "I'll bet. Day and night. Remember Our Town?" "Sure do. I remember those special rehearsals." "When you learned to kiss? It was about time, wasn't ii? Hey. isn't it funny how you and I were in the first grade together?" "Yeah, you were my girl. I used to kiss you on the steps." "That's what I mean. And then in high school we get in that play and go through the whole thing. The boy next door, childhood sweethearts, all that stuff. And then get married, have a family--I even died. Don't you think it's funny how we've been through it all already?" |