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Show 60 Andy went into his house and returned with the book, then waved to Karl as he left the yard. Karl stayed under the Stulaks' apple tree as darkness deepened around him. The tart scent of the unripe apples almost offset the smoke smell from the mills. An epidemic of romance seemed to have broken loose in the neighborhood, Karl reflected. Emil Hrenko and Veronica Stulak: that one seemed natural. Jame and Kathleen: trouble ahead there, in the shape of Maggie Rose Kerner, if anything should come of that romance. Andy and Virginia Ward: impossible, for the exact reason Andy had stated. Karl's mind, listing the names of couples, didn't stop at three, but added his own name to the list. Karl and...who? Certainly not Mary Margaret Culley, even though Jame had said she was sweet on Karl. Never Mary Margaret! If ever Karl would take an interest in any girl, and until then the idea hadn't really occurred to him, she would be someone soft and rounded, not a skinny scarecrow like Mary Margaret Culley. Yet...Emil Hrenko was in love with Veronica Stulak, and Veronica was thin, with more angles to her than curves. Looks aside, when Karl was ready to fall in love, he'd want a girl who had some fire in her, like his mother, Maggie Rose. He had to smile, thinking about five-foot-tall Maggie Rose bawling out the burly butcher, Adolf Heilmann. Yet...Jame Culley, who could take his pick of any single woman in Canaan, P.A., and probably a few of the married ones, too, was |