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Show 18 they would make a matching couple. She would not stand out. His large bulk would shelter her with its size. And he was rather attractive, actually, with his black curly hair. Yes, she would go if he called. Perhaps he was a bit loud-as if he were unsure of himself, and was trying to cover it up-but then, she had exchanged only a dozen or so words with him. Those were when he had picked his mother up from Legion meetings. He could drive! And it would be an evening away from the kids! She hadn't thought of that. Now more than ever, she wanted him to call. He did. The next day, Monday, after school. When the phone rang, she screamed the kids away from it, warning them on the threat of their lives not to touch it, and took a deep breath. "Hello?" "Hello. Is Sharon Mackinlay there? Roger Green would like to speak with her." Her own name sounded strange to her, it took her a moment to recognize it. "This is Sharon." Her heart was pounding. But her voice was steady. She must keep her voice steady. "I don't know if you remember me-Roger Green? We've talked a couple times. When I've picked my mother up from your place." "Oh yes, I remember, flow are you, Roger?" Her voice was just right-interested, but not eager. "St. Benedict's has this junior dance on Saturday night. A lot of the Sacred Heart girls are going. As dates. Do you know about the dance?" "Yes, I've heard about it." "Good. Would you like to go?" |