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Show 39 the way he had done it. And she was proud of him, of what he had accomplished. Suddenly her own struggle seemed not as hard as it had. Not any more difficult, certainly, than his had been. Just different. The waitress brought the muffins-again, with a large smile. Setting the plates before them, she said, "You two are related, aren't you?" "Yes," Robbie said, pleased. "Sister and brother." "I thought so," she said, "you two sure look alike." She smiled at Robbie again as she turned to leave. She was cute, with her short blond hair, her collar turned up in back. "She's pleasant, " Robbie said; he smiled, a mischievous grin, his mouth turning upward at the ends, almost a v above his pointed chin, like a mock devil. "Yes, she's cute." She liked him smiling like that-he was irre-sistable, their mother had never been able to reprimand him when he smiled like that. They began eating-trading cubes of jam, he preferred strawberry, she didn't mind grape. After fasting for mass, they were both hungry. First, he asked about her job. She liked it, she loved it. She told him about the people with whom she worked, the fellow employees, the customers. Every day something new happened, she was never bored. And school? Was she planning to do better this year? She took a deep breath, her stomach tightening. Yes, she said. Yes, she was. That was one reason-an important reason-that she was moving out. So that she could have more time to |
