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Show 178 me. But I was afraid he'd come back." "No. He won't be back for at least an hour." "Then this is for him," the girl held up a box of aftershave. "Could you wrap it, please?" As they walked to the wrapping end of the counter, Sharon studied her. But no, she was not on the defensive, not in any inordinate way concerned with Sharon. She was not petite, although shorter than average, Sharon could look over the top of her glistening blond hair, which was fastened with butterfly barrettes. She was cute, Sharon thought, trying to see her objectively, through Steve's eyes-with a perky energy, her ponytail bobbing and swaying as she walked. But it was her figure, her body, which caused Sharon to suddenly shrivel inside. She felt twice as large as this girl, with her perfect little body, her full, little breasts which seemed to have a life of their own. With their jiggles and bounces, tugging at the cashmere sweater. Sharon suddenly hated her for those breasts, for her body. She turned away to wrap the box of aftershave. And she hated Steve, too, she fiercely decided. "Steve's a nice guy," the girl offered. Sharon's hands were trembling, but she could conceal that with the wrapping. "He sits beside me in psych class," the girl said, her big blue eyes innocently shining-she knew how to use makeup, to focus attention on those big blue eyes. "I don't see how he does it: working here and keeping up on his classes at the same time." "He's an energetic guy." Sharon forced a smile, her hand |