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Show 263 "Oh yeah? On the little ride? The New Year's ride?" He sneered, his face suddenly ugly. "Well, I'm not going." "Look," she did not like his tone, "I'm not making you go. Don't get on me about it." He glared at her: his green eyes flattening. "Okay?" His eyes shifted away, as he weighed something in his mind. And then his face relaxed. "Look, I didn't mean to get you going. It's just that I'm not going on the little New Year's ride this year." "Okay by me." She pulled the sink plug and watched the water drain. And suddenly it occurred to her that perhaps she wasn't being open with him. Partly, it was because she didn't want a scene between Katie and him; but also-and this is what bothered her-it was her disappointment that if he did stay, she would not have the house to herself. She had been looking forward to that. Yes: David would be in her way. But wasn't she reacting like everyone else in his life? She took a deep breath, and turned to him. "Are you sure you wouldn't like some eggs and toast? It'll just take a minute." David frowned. "I wouldn't want to put you out." "Hey, no trouble." She set the skillet on the stove, turned it on, then dropped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster. She turned to face him while waiting for the skillet to heat, leaning back against the counter. He grinned-a strange, dogged grin: "The shit's really going to hit the fan, isn't it." She shrugged. "I suppose so." But she was inwardly taken |