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Show 132 He cocked his head to one side, adjusting his hands on the wheel -he was embarrassed at the surge of pride which filled him, which showed on his face, she could sense that in the erect way he held himself. And suddenly she remembered the dream of Mr. Green; she shriveled inside, blocking it out. Turning away from him, she said, "Well, tell them hello for me," and reached out and flipped on the radio. But Roger was not finished: "I'm supposed to ask you for Thanksgiving." He paused, thinking about what he had said. "I didn't say that right. I would like you to come over for Thanksgiving dinner. And so would they." "And I'd like to go. But Robbie and I planned it out weeks ago. We're going to spend the day together." "Gee," Roger was disappointed; it showed in his large face. "Well, I'll tell them." "Tell them I'm sorry." She would have liked to have gone, but even more than that, she wanted to spend the day with Robbie, she had been looking forward to that for weeks. The song "Moon River" came on the radio; Roger picked it up, singing along-"Wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style, someday"-he had a fine voice, really, a rich, vibrant baritone; she couldn't understand why he hadn't taken to the piano. And then the "Theme from Exodus," with those wonderful pianos, and both Roger and she took that up, humming along together. As the song reached its climax, Roger and she blended completely with the sound of the keys. They were in a fine mood by the time they reached Westwood. She had chosen to come here for the movie-Breakfast at Tiffany's |