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Show 267 He nodded okay, and she went back to rummaging in her purse until he had gone out the door. "You wait here," Katie said. Sharon, of course, had no intention of doing anything else; and Katie, taking a deep breath, her face set, went on upstairs. Sharon busied herself around the kitchen, waiting for the sound of raised voices from upstairs. But there was nothing. Until Katie's footsteps sounded on the stairs. She came into the kitchen with an irritated look on her face, in her tight mouth-but it was just irritation, not real anger. "David will be staying." she said, picking up her purse from the table. "Now if I can just convince Oscar of that." "Okay," Sharon said. "I hope you have a good drive." Katie nodded. "We'll be back in a couple, three hours." Her mind was on the approaching talk with Oscar. "I think you're doing the right thing," Sharon suddenly said. "So do I. I just hope Oscar thinks so." She went on out the door. Again Sharon turned to busying herself in the kitchen, waiting. Half expecting the kitchen door to fly open and Oscar to come bursting in. But after a few long minutes, instead, came the muffled roar of the Cadillac starting, with its usual little screech-the fan belt, or generator, or whatever it was-and she could see the Cadillac backing down the drive. Oscar did not look upset, he was driving, with the crown of Marty's tow head just visible above the seat between him and |