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Show 163 open nature, to be secretive, working behind the scenes. She was a novice, really, at that. "Maybe we could get her initial carved in one," Oscar said. "What do you think?" He was talking to her, Sharon. "Yes. She'd like that. Something like that." The phone suddenly rang from the hall, Sharon felt a sudden release- a way out! "I'll get it. That's Robbie." And Oscar, too, she noticed as she fled the kitchen, his face relaxed into similar signs of relief. So Oscar had been aware of Katie's plotting also. He had felt the set up too. He probably didn't know her objective, almost certainly he did not. But he had sensed something in the wind. Robbie was fine, he was going right to bed. His voice was distant on the phone, he sounded tired. He would call her Sunday, he said. After she hung up, she went back to the foot of the stairs. Katie was now sitting at the table with Oscar, she looked tired now, a strand of hair dangling down over her forehead. Sharon told them she was going to bed. "Don't bother turning off the t.v.," Katie said, "we're going to catch something here in a little while." "Well, goodnight then." "Goodnight," Katie said. There was a touch of disappointment in her voice. A touch of resignation. Oscar grunted goodnight also, just as she was turning away to the stairs. |