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Show 31 "Forget it? What do you mean? Do you want me to check it out for next week or not?" "Forget it." His face was burning red now. She waited a couple of blocks, until she had herself fully in control. His wisecrack had been true. That was why she had gotten angry. But still, he should not have said it. Not that way. She had herself in control now. She scooted over in the seat closer, up against hifn. "Look," she said, "I want to go to the movies. With you. Drive-in,v walk-in-it doesn't make that much difference. As long as I'm with you. Okay?" He drove on for another couple of blocks, ignoring her. And then, when they came to a red light, he slipped his arm around her. He had made that wisecrack as a defense, for self-protection, against his dependence on his parents. She knew that. And she respected his feelings for his parents, it was a close family, as hers had been. But at the same time she resented his dependence on them. She should not. After all, it was their car which they were using. And the ten dollars which they spent every Saturday night-Roger's father had given it to him. He gave it to Roger for mowing the lawn and keeping the car washed and waxed. But still, it was out of his father's pocket. In this way, in her deepest self, she felt superior to Roger, because of her job at the store. She pulled her own weight, she paid her own way. He was not interested in working himself. His summer vacation days were spent at home, building model airplanes and watching early |