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Show 22-5 "Yes, I guess I do." "My sisters did better than I did. Sarah especially. She wanted to be a teacher, but ended up getting married." Now was the time to tell him I knew about his family, had sat in his living room today, talked to his mother and to his sister Jane. Now was the time. I couldn't say it. I would have to tell him everything, all that his mother had said. He knew it all anyway, but I didn't want him to know that I had heard those same hurtful words. I especially didn't want him to know I had seen his picture. The picture of him before. "Now, well, I do like reading a bit now. I guess you got me started with your books. I've read a couple National Geographies. They're lying around inside there." He waved his hand at the hospital. "You're a good thing for me, Annie." "When school starts, I'll bring my books out and we can study together. I won't stop coming, I promise. I can walk over from school." I didn't say that the school was on the other side of our house from the hospital and that it would be a long walk. Suddenly, school seemed like more of a loss of freedom than it ever had before. Even with all the books and maps, and things I wanted to learn. Suddenly, I resented anything that stood between me and Andrew. "I heard about your mom's friend, Eric Robertson. Too bad." "Did you know him, Andrew?" "No, but when something like that happens, the news gets around." Then he shivered. "I'm getting a bit damp out here. You too. You come wait for your dad inside." "I'll wait on the steps. Father said not to come inside." Andrew looked at me a minute. Then he shrugged a bit. "He's probably right. Why did he come back tonight, anyway?" |
