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Show 146 "That sounds good. I haven't." "It will get us going on the bird." The turkey was out on the counter; she slapped it, as if it were an old friend, and ran her hand over it, testing its bulk. It was going to be great, fixing this for the two of them. As she scrambled the eggs, Robbie sat at the table drinking and talking. Another Thanksgiving-a way of marking time, he said. That's what a holiday was for: a way to mark time. A chance to pause, and see where you were at. Yes, she agreed, it was nice to have a holiday. So what did she want in life? he asked. She didn't know exactly. College, a good job-doing what?-she didn't know yet. Well, that was important. It made all the difference, he said, a job. And marriage, she said, off in the distant future, a family. And him? Well, he wanted to be where he was now: his job, the most exciting job in the world. This apartment. Living the good life. Where would they be a year from now? She couldn't imagine that, she said. Right here, maybe, he said. That wouldn't be so bad. No, she agreed, it wouldn't. But she didn't want to be living where she was now, not like she was now. Well, she wouldn't be, he said. She'd be in college. A different life. That sounded good, she said. She continued to sip her drink. So that when she sat down to eat, she was a little giddy. His face was flushed also. More than ever his features-thin and sharp-were those of the Scotchman. The shrewd Scotchman who must |