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Show 97 "The knife was just missing earlier. Katie was looking for it -where was it?" "In the silverware drawer," he concentrated on his finger, not looking up, "where it always is." "Someone must have found it." "Beats me," he said, "I didn't know that it was lost." Sharon didn't think any more about it until the next day when Katie asked where she had found the knife. She would look there the next time it was missing. She had not found it, Sharon told her, she assumed that Katie had. No, she hadn't. Katie was slightly irritated-but again, not out of bounds, not overreacting. Oscar must have had it. It wouldn't surprise her, Katie said, if he had been using it out in the garage for some damn thing or other. He was so inconsiderate that way. But Oscar had remembered, Katie said, changing the subject, to tell her that Sharon would not be home Saturday night for supper. Could Katie manage? Yes, that would be fine. She could handle it for one night. The Greens were nice people. Real class, Katie said. She hoped Sharon would have a nice time. And that was it! For Katie to pleasantly agree to making supper alone! It was almost as if, Sharon felt, she were talking with a stranger. And soon, that difference in Katie was reflected in everyone in the family. The kids were quieter, easier to manage. David still sulked |