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Show 265 trying to change things with myself." "Well, I'm not that way," he said. "I don't want to change anything about myself." He thought for a moment, his face turning hard. "Everyone's pushed me around. All my life. And I'm tired of that." He paused-she had started to say that maybe some of it was his own doing, and he had sensed that; and perhaps the truth in it. For his face now softened, and he said, "Besides, some things are easier to change than others." "I guess you're right." She turned to the stove and checked the eggs. "It's just that I wouldn't make things any harder on yourself than you have to." Again he shrugged. That slow shrug. "Okay." And then his eyes glared, challenging her. "But I'm still not going on that ride today." She turned away from him, taking up his eggs and setting the plate before him. He looked down at them, and then slowly back up to her. His face struggling against itself for a moment, his green eyes hesitating, and then he said: "Thanks." When Oscar and Katie did come home, she had the kids ready to go. They had all been to the bathroom, and had had a treat, and were excited about going in the car. As Oscar and Katie came into the kitchen, they bolted toward the garage. "Hey!" Katie called after them, "don't you get into that car until we get there!" "I'll see that they don't," Jeanne said, shutting the door behind her as she followed them out. |
