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Show 96 into her former bitchiness. But by the end of the week, she was still almost pleasant to be around. She did not seem to be holding herself back. To be fighting herself constantly for self control, as she had after that incident with Marty. It was, of course, too early to tell if she would remain like this. But certainly the household was different than it had been. That first afternoon, in fact, there was one small incident, a trifle really, but indicative of Katie's new attitude. When Katie was making the pie, she had to use a steak knife to carve the apples. Jeanne was using the paring knife, the butcher knife was not in its usual place in the drawer. Where had Sharon left it? Sharon could not remember. She searched her mind: had she put it someplace out of the ordinary? She didn't think so. There had been no reason to. Well, it would turn up, Katie said. And let it go at that! When before, such an incident would have triggered her off. That evening while putting Marty down to bed, Sharon went down to the kitchen for his drink of water, and David was at the counter slicing cold cuts for a sandwich. "I see the butcher knife turned up,"'Sharon said. Startled, David jumped, nicking his finger. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "Nothing," Sharon said in surprise. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that. Do you need a bandaid?" David sucked on his finger, looking away from her. "No." |
