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Show 3*r "No, that's fine. I'll do it if you don't." "But you'd rather I did?" "No, I don't mean that. I just don't want neither of us to do it. Or both. I just want --" "You get it then." "Yeah, sure. I'll get it." She dropped her lipstick into her purse, ripped toilet tissue off, folded it, compressed her lips upon it, tossed it into the bowl. Didn't flush. "Did you put my grey coat in the bedroom closet? I can't find it in the coat closet." "Oh hell, I forgot to pick it up." It was at the cleaners. "Oh? Why did you insist on getting it instead of me? If you're not -" "I'm sorry. Is it that cold this morning? You can't wear you^r-'1 "You heard the radio. You said you'd pick it up two days ago." "I'm sorry. I'm not perfect." She started to say something, didn't. "You should have reminded me," I said. "I assumed it was here. Naturally. I should have gotten it myself." "I'm sorry." "Why I assume I can depend on you, I'll never know." Her cold set white face, her flinty grey eyes -- yet she didn't look directly at me. "You depend on me all the time. I ran this damned house for nine months -- who do you think did it? The maid? Who got up early and made oatmeal for you this morning?" ? "For me? Oatmeal for me?> Don't be an ass, (feetta, You know I don't like that junk. I told you I had it shoved down my throat as a kid and I hate it. I told you not to buy it in the first place. But you with your big deal about the good old days." "With honey! Y©u said you liked it with honey.'" "I said I'd try. it with honey. To shut you up about it. God, when it's |