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Show 324 started. Through the window they saw Richard back out of the driveway, glancing at the window only once, just before he pulled into the street. The expression on his face was tormented, but Lorin couldn't tell if he was able to see them through the glass. "Where's he going?" asked Lorin. "Probably to his parents'," she said. She stood a long time in front of the window, looking in the direction Richard had driven. Lorin watched her. Then she said, "He won't even believe the baby is his now." She turned around and faced Lorin. There were tears on her face, but she was trying to smile. "Hey, I don't want to say go, but go." "I can't leave you to face this alone," said Lorin. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?" she said. "Just go." "Listen, if it will help I'll talk to him." "I'm going to be sick to my stomach," she said. "Just go. He doesn't need you to talk to him." She did look ill. Her hand was over her mouth and her eyes were small and hot. Lorin raised his hand to touch her shoulder, but she turned and ran down the hall to the bathroom and slammed the door. He followed her as far as he could and stood outside the door listening to her vomit. He timidly knocked when she sounded through. "Can I call you tomorrow?" he asked. "Yes. God. Anything. Just go away." "Are you sure you'll be all right?" "Yes. Yes." He wished he could see what she looked like when she said yes, because her tone told him nothing. " I ' l l call you tomorrow, then," he said. "Alice?" he said. It was the f i r s t time he had called her Alice. It sounded odd. "If there's any trouble, call me. I don't care what time i t is." |