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Show 136 in front of him, and heard her running up behind him. When she had caught up he resumed walking. Together they crossed the faculty parking circle to the tennis courts, rounded the corner, and walked side by side up the narrow road lined with pepper trees to the parking tiers cut into the side of a low hill. He opened the door for her and went around to the other side and got in. As he backed out from between two cars he heard her laughing to herself. "What?" he said. "Moles and geese," she said. He maintained a stony silence during the short drive to the delicatessen, and stood off to one side while she paced back and forth in front of the glass case making decisions about cheeses, sliced ham, bagels, coleslaw with onions. He answered her questions about preferences with grunts. He didn't say anything when the cashier, looking innocently over her head while spilling change into her hand shorted her and she didn't notice. He opened the car door for her and checked to make sure her skirt was out of the way before he closed it. She looked at him quizzically when he climbed in the other side, but he put his head out the window to watch for a clear space in the line of traffic before pulling out. He said nothing all the way back to the house, took the parcel of food from her and carried it to the door in silence, unlocked and opened the door for her in silence, and ate his corned-beef sandwich and pickle in silence sitting across the kitchen table from her, looking at her earlobe when he had to look at her at all. She had not once asked him why he had waited outside the gym instead of coming in as he always did. She had had every opportunity, too. He could feel her getting ready to be normal as he was finishing his |
