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Show 280 coming and going to watch them. Until she knew that she was going to be late for school; even though she had the car, even though it was only a few minutes from here. Should she go now? She decided to put off the decision. And she vaguely sensed that, in doing this, she had in fact made the decision already. So she wandered the aisles and the corridors of the airport, like an aimless planet, looking at the people walking by, sitting in the waiting areas. It was more crowded now than when she had first arrived. There were some women with small children now. A large group of Orientals who were dressed very meticulously in their dark suits and narrow black ties, and who talked in their language very quickly to each other. A young man in a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, who interested her, but who was rushing for his plane. A small group of stewardesses in red caps and uniforms. They also interested her; they walked quickly by, but were not rushing, they were coming in off a flight, carrying their small travel suitcases -all attractive girls, Robbie had dated a stewardess at one time. The girl had been independent, had liked to do exciting things, he had taken her scuba diving. Sharon studied the faces of the girls; she had never seen the girl, but there was one blond who seemed even more self-assured than the others. If one of these girls had been the one Robbie had dated, she fancied that this would be the girl. She, herself, she suddenly decided, would like to be a stewardess. But no, it would not happen to her. As soon as she told herself that she wanted that, she knew that it would not happen to her. The blond girl glanced back at her, and Sharon veered away, toward a row of lockers. She had been following them, she suddenly |