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Show 115 more intensely." On the wall behind him hung a small gold-plated crucifix which Sharon had not noticed before. "I don't think we have that much on them," he said, "all in all. It pretty well balances out." "And here you are," Alice said, "in the position you have, in the forefront of all this technology stuff, and you don't believe in it?" There was a playful challenge to her tone-in part, Sharon sensed, for her benefit. "Oh, I believe in it," Mr. Grren's eyes grew intense, a sharper blue, enjoying her challenge, "you know that. I can't think of anything else I'd rather do in life. And there aren't many people like that." He paused, in thought now; when he spoke again, the palyful tone was absent from his voice. "That's the point, I guess. No more people now like their jobs-or themselves-than there's ever been. No, overall, all in all, things aren't any better-nor any worse for that matter- than they've always been." He smiled, looking from Alice to Sharon, "But don't get me wrong. I don't want to go back a hundred years or anything like that." Alice was satisfied, her eyes pleased, in fact, with his response, with him. "Well," she said, turning to Sharon, "I'm glad Katie found out what the problem was, anyway." The conversation turned to other topics-the play which Sharon and Roger were to attend, the bishop's commentary on the Ecumenical Council of the previous month. But the Bradshaws, her situation of living with them, remained in Sharon's mind as they talked-what a contrast this house, this family, was to them! The order, the peace and quiet here! It would allow a person time to think, the opportunity to begin |