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Show 85 moments. "Well," Mrs. Green straightened, stepping away from the counter, "I have to pick up Hank from work. If I don't leave now, it takes an extra half hour. What with the traffic." It was too late, the moment had passed Sharon realized with a sudden pang. "Tell Roger hello for me." "Certainly." "Oh," said Mrs. Green, pausing on her way out, "why don't you come over to our place for supper next Saturday. Before going to the play." "I'd love to!" Sharon said, pleased. "I'll have to check with Katie first." "I understand," Mrs. Green said, "Phone me." It had been a good talk, Sharon reflected while setting the table. She had a potential ally in Mrs. Green. In the event that things really went to pieces here at home, she would need all the help, god knows, that she could get. And then there was Roger, she could be a help there too. For there was something happening between Roger and her that made her uneasy at times. True, they spent as much time with each other as they always had. And they knew each other well; even better, perhaps, than they should. Maybe that was the problem. Part of the problem, anyway. For at times when she was with him, she was irritable, she did not really enjoy herself. She wished secretly that she was somewhere else, somewhere away from him. Not home certainly, he was preferable- a thousand times-to that. But somewhere else. She did not feel this way all the time. There were moments- |
