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Show 80 herself, somehow contained an atomic bomb which could flash into inconceivable destruction. And then the moment would pass, as quickly as it had come. And she would go about her daily life, completely divorced from it. As if it had never happened. It was during this week-that last week of October-that she first became acquainted with Roger's mother. She was in the Legion of Mary, Sharon knew her on sight, but she had never really visited with her until one afternoon when she was in the kitchen making supper as one of the Legion meetings broke up. Mrs. Green came in carrying a tray of coffee cups to rinse out. She was a tallish woman, almost as tall as Katie-the only similarity, it seemed, that she shared with Katie. Dark hair, with a bit of grey in it. She would look years younger with a rinse on it, Sharon knew just the brand, it sold well at the store. And a lanky, small-breasted figure, almost a model's body. "How are you today, Sharon?" she said in her soft, feminine voice. "Fine, Mrs. Green. Here-let me get those." Sharon reached for the tray of cups. "No, I'll get them." She slipped gracefully by, setting the cups in the sink and turning on the water. There was a quiet moment in which she held a cup under the flowing water-she wanted to talk, Sharon realized. "How's Roger?" Sharon asked. "He's fine. He's supposed to be doing homework." Homework for tomorrow. Her own books were up on the nightstand |