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Show 123 for the next few blocks until the man in the suit behind them turned off. "Yes," Katie said-she had not noticed that the driver was no longer following them, she had put him out of her mind as soon as they had pulled away from the light back there, "I always felt that we had something in common. With our mothers like that." She looked over again at Sharon. "But we're really so different, aren't we. You and me. "Yes," Sharon admitted, keeping her eyes on the road, not looking over to Katie, "we are." "You keep it all in," Katie said, a matter-of-fact tone in her voice, "All bottled up inside you, I'm not like that. Never was. It's the Irish in me, I guess." "You know, Sharon," there was almost a playful tone now in Katie's voice; Sharon glanced over at her, Katie was smiling, "you should never take an Irishman by what he says, but by what he means." "That's fair enough, I guess." "Well, it's something to remember." Katie looked back out the window, at the passing buildings, white and clean in the sun, at the car lots with the sun flashing off the chrome. "If this is leading up to something-and, well, I guess that it is-it's this: Oscar said that he asked you, when I was sick, to give him-us-a hand. And I want to thank you for that. For that time when I was-having my hard time." Sharon was taken off-guard; she hadn't expected this, coming from Katie. Katie was looking at her, waiting evidently for Sharon to speak. What should she say? |