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Show 257 morning for me to think about that one." Jeanne thought for a moment, unconsciously fingering her new locket. "Maybe it makes them happy because they're not the ones unhappy." "Maybe," Sharon said. "It's probably more complicated than that." "What do you mean?" "I don't know," Sharon said. "Why don't you ask Roger?" Her eyes lit up. "Yeah, he'll probably know all right." Sharon pulled herself out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she came back, Jeanne was still sitting there on the end of her bed, where the sun, slanting across the room through the motes of dust, rested on her legs, the knees of her blue jeans. "I tried to stay up last night," she said, "but I feel asleep. I wanted to see what the new year was like." "Well, it's the new year now." Jeanne wrinkled her nose in disappointment, "Yeah, but it's not the same. It's already old by now. What were you and Roger doing at midnight?" Now Sharon did get up to put on her robe. She felt Jeanne's eyes watching her, taking in her every movement. But it did not really make her uncomfortable, Jeanne's spontaneous curiosity. She sat back down on the bed beside her. "Roger and I were talking at midnight." "Talking?" "Yes. About what this year will be like. What things might happen." |