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Show 26 her hand? He did not. Under the porch light, she turned to face him. "That was fun," she said. "Yes. You dance well. Really well." "Thank you. I enjoyed it." There was a slight pause. He looked away. Out toward the car at the curb. Then he glanced at his watch. "Say," he said, "midnight. Midnight on the nose." She made a face. "Katie's asleep now anyway." "Well," he said with a sly grin, "are you going to do your bit now?" "What do you mean?" "The pumpkin bit-at the stroke of midnight I thought you turned into a pumpkin. Or a mouse or something." She laughed-lowly, so. as not to draw the attnetion of anyone inside. "Well, goodnight," he said. She hesitated. "Would you like to go to the dance at Sacred Heart next Saturday?" There. It was out. That was a relief-whether he said yes or no, she wouldn't have to worry about it, how to put it, the next couple days. He looked at her closely. She couldn't tell if he was pleased or not. Why didn't he say something? "It's the junior dance for the seniors," she said lamely. |