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Show 29 that weekend. They always went to walk-ins, always on Saturday nights. Now that school was out, she was working five days a week at the store, with Sundays and Mondays off. Roger said he could use the car on Sunday nights also, if she would like to go driving. But Katie said no. Again the kids had to be fed and bathed and put to bed, the house had to be cleaned. So she was with Roger only on Saturday evenings. After the movie, they would catch a Coke at Tiny Naylor's in Westchester. And then, the last ten or fifteen minutes before walking to her door, they would kiss and hold each other in the car parked at the curb. This time of being with him, of being in each other's arms, was the highlight of her week. When her body filled with that strangeness, that pleasant, dark electricity. She wanted that. With a strength of wanting which surprised her. She did not think much about it. But all week it was with her: the time from the previous week, the waiting for the coming time. What would her mother have said? Vaguely, she wondered. Should she feel ashamed? She did not. But should she? What would her mother have said? Sharon was not sure. But in a way she knew: her mother would not have objected. Nor would she have exactly approved. But still, there was that lack of interchange, that lack of guidance. That lack of rules. From which to rebel, if nothing else. Katie would have an opinion. But she did not want that. She did not want that kind of relationship with Katie. So she made her own rules. She was on her own. Perhaps they |