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Show 125 "Ever since that night we had it out, Oscar and me, you've had it in for him." It was true; Sharon would not deny it. "Yes," Katie said, "I know it. But don't be so hard on him. He is "right" for me. If anyone's right for me." She could sense Katie looking closely at her. "Can you understand that?" She could not; her face, she knew, showed that she could not. Nothing was going to change her mind about Oscar. "No," Katie said, "I don't suppose you can. Not yet. But you -being you-maybe someday you will." "I've never known anyone quite like Oscar," Sharon finally said, "maybe that's all." "Well, let me tell you something," Katie's voice assumed that hard edge, like an axe on a wheelstone, "the world is full of Oscars. And thank god for it." Anger stirred suddenly in Sharon-quickly, she put it down. She did not want to argue with Katie; for underneath, she sensed that Katie did not want-desperately did not want-to argue either. "Well," Katie said, controlling her voice now, "I just want to ask one thing: try-if you can at all-to give Oscar a chance." Sharon did not look over to her. "Okay?" "Okay," Sharon said. But it was not okay. She would not change her mind about Oscar. And she could sense that Katie knew this. "We deserve each other," Katie said, more to herself than to |
