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Show 82 Katie's-well, kind of preoccupied lately." "Yes," Sharon said, "She's-difficult at times." "What seems to be the problem?" Sharon shrugged. "I don't know. Oscar's concerned, I know that. He's trying to get her to a doctor. To see what's the matter. But you know Katie. Getting her to do what you want is like pulling eye teeth." "If Oscar's taking an interest," Mrs. Green said, "it must be serious. I've known him for almost five years now, this is the first time I've ever heard him take an interest in anything. Beyond the plant." The sound of Katie's loud voice now came from the front door, seeing off a member of the meeting. Sharon wanted to talk more about Katie, to tell this woman of her own life-for she sensed that telling her, talking about it, would somehow make it easier. But now was not the proper time. Not with Katie in the next room. Mrs. Green sensed this also, she set the last cup in the drain basket, and leaning back against the counter, changed the subject, "Roger says you two are going to the play next Saturday." "Yes. A week from this Saturday. Father Cooney gave him tickets. For The Glass Menagerie at Loyola." "That should be fun." She paused a moment, pursing the thin lips of her large mouth together, "I'd like to see Roger go to Loyola." "It's a good school." But Roger did not want to go there, Sharon knew. He did not want that. He was not that kind of student. "Your brother went to Loyola, didn't he?" "Yes. Robbie loved it," Sharon said. "But then he wanted to |