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Show 100 aeronautical engineer. And he was well-liked-highly respected-by the members of the parish. Tonight would provide the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity about him. Of course she was facing a test tonight. Would he like her? Would he approve of her? as a girl for his son? In a way, she was obligated to him: he had already invested a lot in her-ten bucks a week, for over six months, Roger's date money. That wasn't fair though, Roger had earned that money, mowing the lawn, washing the car. But still, in a way she felt obligated. And she found herself resenting that. For in a certain way-through Roger-didn't he have some control over her? Well, that was beside the point right now. The important thing was: would he like her? How would a man of his stature respond to her-a mere high school girl? And thus while straightening a shelf, while waiting on a customer, her thoughts flowed on. Until it was suddenly five o'clock, and with a glow of excited anticipation, intensified by a touch of nervousness, she punched out. On her way to the side door, Mr. Richards, the manager, stopped her for a moment : he was hiring a new delivery boy for the following week-did she ever have a request anymore for a delivery on cosmetics? Once in a while, she said, someone phoned. She was comfortable with him now; he was a good man-and a good man to work for. "Well," he flicked his lighter onto his dead cigar, "if anything more like that comes up, be sure to have this new guy run it out for you." |