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Show 75 had to be done. Things couldn't go on like they were. But a psychiatrist? Katie would never stand for that. Even the suggestion of it. He finished with the puddle and began washing out the mop. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if he was not right. Yes: maybe that was just what Katie needed. That kind of help. He stood over the sink, debating something in his mind, struggling to find the words to express it. A frown-a perplexed, confused frown-deepened in his face. In his grey eyes, the long cheekbones. Sharon had never seen him this way. Was this the "funny look" which Jeanne had mentioned? For the first time, it seemed, she was seeing him as a person. Not as the man who came home for dinner, changed his shirt, and left again for work in the evening. Not as the man who always wore that cold, impersonal mask. "Sharon," he finally said, as if he were testing each word, "I want to ask a favor. Could you help see us through this thing?" She was surprised. She had not expected this. "It's been hard," she said slowly. "I know. I know that. But could you bear with us until we get this cleared up?" The kids were on the stairs coming back down for breakfast. She looked up into his serious face. Which was open, asking. "Well," she said hesitantly, "I'll do what I can. If you can get Katie to a doctor." He did not thank her. But it was in his face, his frown lifted as the kids slipped in to group around the table. So in this way, she came to some understanding of Oscar. Behind that mask there was a man, a person. He was like two different people |
