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Show Woodworth/59 No one doesn't have problems. And the ones that pretend they don't, they're kind of boring. Don't you think?" She nods. "I think you are a very interesting person." She laughs, sharply. "You think I have a lot of problems?" He laughs, joining her. "That's not what I meant. But I do think you are interesting. Maybe I should have said intriguing." There is a silence. She can't think of anything to say. "Listen, I'd like to see you again," he continues. "If you want. Do you think you'd like to give me your number?" Marty hesitates. He doesn't know her last name. Never come back to this bar. Tell him the wrong number. He'll never find her. "We can get together, and be interesting about moaning about our problems," he cjr.*\Hisu£> . "Did you do it here, "arty, in my home?" she hears Ruth ask. Harty gives him her correct number. "I'll call you this week," he says, pushing his body, still straight, away from the bar. A light reflects off the wedding band. "Are you married?" she asks. He twists the wedding ring, covering it from view with his right hand. "Urn. Yes." She waits for more and then says, "Oh." "Does that bother you?" "Doesn't it bother you?" "Not very much." She remembers her father, holding his wine glass and sighing. "I didn't mean that the way it sounds," he continues. My relationship with Karen is special. Very close." |