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Show 19 "That sounds like fun." "Yeah. Well, it should be." She held the phone away from her mouth, her breathing seemed shallow, uncontrolled. It would not do to pant on the phone. "Oh-what color gown will you wear?" She didn't have a gown. Not one that fit. But she had already thought about that: there was one in the display window at the department store in the center, a turquoise one. "Blue," she said. "A turquoise blue." "Blue. Okay." There was a slight pause. "I'll pick you up at eight. Goodbye." Before she could respond, the phone clicked dead. He had sounded awfully sure of himself. Like he knew she was going to say yes before she said it. But that didn't matter, she suddenly decided. She put that out of her mind as she returned to the kitchen. Peeling the potatoes for supper, she began humming a song that she had learned in chorus that day. And that evening she lay listening to her radio until well after midnight. At school, none of her acquaintances had dated Roger Green. But they knew who he was. Although only a junior, he had played the lead in two school plays at Benedict's that year. The girls at Sacred Heart knew most of the boys at St. Benedict's: when Sacred Heart held a dance almost all of the escorts were from St. Benedict's, and correspondingly, when St. Benedict's had a function, most of the dates were from Sacred Heart. There were exceptions, the |