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Show Woodworth/49 back of the seat. "You from around here?" he asks. "Westfield," she tells him. "It's about half an hour south." "Sure. I know where it is." "Where are you from?" "I live in the North End. Great apartment. With a fireplace, and a great view of the waterfront and the city from the roof. I bet a girl like you would love it." Marty glances at the wedding ring. "Are you going to school'or working?" he asks. "I work part-time at Lauriat's. The book store?" "Really? I sell books, too." "You're kidding. What store?" "I don't work for a store, actually. I work for the publisher. I'm a sales rep for Harcourt Brace Jovanovich. The New England area." "Huh. Can you get me free books?" "All you want. Except that I work for the text book division. You'd have to want a mathematical treatise." "Only Great American Novels." "I should have known. You're too attractive to be a math freak." Marty, startles by the compliment, blushes. "Thank you," she murmurs primly. He is watching her, enjoying her embarrassment. She watches Rachael, who is receiving a bowling lesson from Dave, his arm around her, holding her wrist straight. The lights blink momentarily. "Closing up, folks," a voice yells. Out of the corner of her eye, "-arty can see that Gary is still watching her. She wonders if she is already in too deep, if she can get rid of this one as easily as Rachael got |
