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Show 41 in the middle. And I'm getting out." He sipped his coffee, still closely watching her. "It's not the physical work. I can take that. It's not the physical work really. It's the whole damn atmosphere of the place. I've got to get out, Robbie." He waited. But she was through. She couldn't put it any clearer -any better-than she already had. He set the empty cup down. "What about this guy you've been dating? Roger-isn't that his name?" "Roger Green. Yes-he's a nice guy. He's a lot of fun to be around. But what has he got to do with it?" "I hope it's not too serious." He crushed out the cigarette, and shook a fresh one out of his pack-the tremble in his hands more pronounced now, "At your age, anyway." "No," she said, "it's not." She was surprised at the truthfulness in her own voice-it wasn't serious, she realized. She liked being with Roger-she liked very much being with him-but she didn't love him. Not that way, anyhow. "What do you think will happen to your relationship," Robbie said, trying to sound casual, "if you are living by yourself?" "What do you mean?" "Well, what will his parents think? I mean, Sis, what would the parents of any high school boy think if he were dating a girl with her own apartment?" She avoided his eyes. This was not one of the arguments she had anticipated, she had not worked it out beforehand. True, she wasn't |