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Show 264 aback by him, by that grin: no, he was not hoping to avoid a confrontation with Katie, he seemed rather to be looking forward to one. What was spurring him on like this? "You know, David," she suddenly said, "sometimes you're a mystery. Even to me. I mean, why look for trouble? Why make problems for yourself?" He studied her a moment with those sharp green eyes, until he decided that this .was not an attack on him. "I don't know," he said, "I'm just that way, I guess." She turned from him, and cracked a couple of eggs into the skillet. "Sunnyside up?" "Yeah, that's fine." She turned back to him. "It just seems that you make a lot of trouble for yourself." He shrugged-it suited him, that slow shrug: it seemed to express the way he looked at the world. His philosophy-his vision-of the world. "Don't you get tired of trouble?" "Don't you?" That surprised her, that he had seen that in her. But it should not have, she realized; David had a certain intelligence that was easy to overlook, that was easy to forget about. Maybe that was the reason people treated him the way they did. "Well," he probed, "don't you? Don't you get tired of trouble?" "Yes," she said slowly, suddenly realizing this about herself, "maybe that's why I'm doing something about it. Maybe that's why I'm |
