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Show 182 "Look. You seem pretty tired to me. Why don't you go on up to your room?" He scooted down off his chair, still not looking at her. "This doesn't mean you don't have to clean your plate at supper tomorrow night." By then, though, she would know if he was sick or not. "Go on, now. Go on up to your room." As he left the kitchen, David came in from the back yard; Marty was looking at the floor, shuffling along, he seemed to walk right into David's leg. "Hey, squirt," David growled, "watch it!" Marty pushed him with both hands, shoving against his leg. "Marty!" Sharon corrected. But still he pushed at David, with his little strength. David reached out with an open hand to push back-then hesitated in mid-air, a strange look coming over his face, his eyes flattening. "Marty," she grabbed him by the shoulder, "you cut that out now!" He stepped back from David, shaking off her hand, and then shuffled on by, his eyes still on the floor. "What's got into him?" David said turning to her. She shrugged; holding her tongue as Marty walked on out of the kitchen. As soon as he was out of earshot upsairs, she would tell David that he was probably coming down with something, to make allowances for him. But instead of turning the corner to climb the stairs, Marty walked straight into the front room. Quickly she dried her hands on a |