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Show 260 "I don't know. I'll have to think about it for awhile." She stood up. "Why don't we go down and fix some breakfast?" Jeanne thought for a moment: Sharon, who was not married, probably didn't know the answer anyway. "Okay," she said, "I'm hungry." And thus the new day of the new year was underway. She fixed breakfast for Jeanne and herself-she let Jeanne fry the eggs, showing her how-and then, after they ate, she sent her up to wake the kids while she began to cook theirs. This morning Oscar and Katie were going out to breakfast. And then they would come home and take the kids out for a drive. He would not go to work today, New Year's, one of those four days a year he took off. So she would have the house to herself for a few hours. Good. She was looking forward to that. She would clean out her room, one of her two New Year's resolutions. The easy one. The other was to lose twenty pounds by Easter, the same as last year's; she had lost ten, she could do better than that! And then maybe she would read a little. Or even call Roger. So she fed the kids, and sent them out to the back yard to play, went up and dressed, then came back down to do the dishes. She was just running the water when Oscar and Katie came down. They were dressed fashionably, he in a turtleneck and sport coat, she in heels and with her hair done up. Sharon was suddenly struck by how large, physically, they were, how tall, as they came into the kitchen. And there was another element to them this morning, very much in evidence: they complemented each other, somehow they went together. As if each of them, individually, were separate entities in a new, joined self. "Everything seems under control this morning," Katie said |