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Show 261 patting her hair. "My, you look nice." Katie smiled; even Oscar, for a brief moment, showed the suggestion of a smile-or was it just a twitch at the corner of his mouth? "Well," Katie said, "thank you." "Would you like a glass of juice?" "No, we'll wait." Oscar cleared his throat. "If someone from the plant calls- unless the damn thing burns down or something-tell them I'm gone for the day." "Who would be out there today?" Sharon asked. "Security. They have my number here at home." "Well, if they call," Katie said to Sharon, "even if the place is going up in flames, tell them that Oscar Bradshaw doesn't live here. That it's the wrong number." She winked at Sharon. Oscar grumphed, clearing his throat, and ran himself a glass of water. "Are you ready to go?" he asked Katie. "I'm waiting on you." She turned to Sharon. "Has David come down?" "No. Not yet." "I'll go wake him." Oscar set the glass on the sink. "No. That's okay," Katie again turned to Sharon, "Just make sure he's up and ready to go by the time we're back." "I'll send one of the kids up to wake him." And then they were off, going out the door. "Have a good time," Sharon called; and Katie waved, without turning back to look at her. |