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Show CHAPTER NINE Thanksgiving. When she awoke that Thursday, it was raining. A slow, black drizzle which sealed off the world. It would not dampen her spirits, she was determined. She dressed, remaining upstairs, skipping breakfast; not wanting to go down to the kitchen, to become embroiled in the children, the wants of the family. She had worked with Katie until midnight last night, preparing the family turkey, the family pies -and an apple and a pumpkin to take with her this morning-she had done enough. This was her day, she would not allow it to be compromised, she would not allow anyone to take it-even a small part of it-away from her. She sat on the edge of her bed, from where she could see down the street. Closing out the whirling sounds of the family around her; pounding up and down the stairs, calling out to each other from different rooms. Yes, for weeks she had been looking forward to this day. Her mind returning time and again to it. Why? To see Robbie, of course, to be with him. But it was more than that. Why was she so looking forward to it? Perhaps, she suspected, it was like Roger had claimed: she had changed in some way. She was not the same as she was before. Just how had she changed? This chance to talk at length with Robbie, to be around him, could provide the opportunity to discover the direction of that change. The opportunity to compare her present self with her former self, to compare what she was now with what she had been before. The white convertible with the wipers sweeping the windshield appeared down the block-he was on time! How good it was to see |