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Show Woodworth/lll "Ok," she says, knowing she won't touch Jake's furniture. The movie starts again. "Now, I don't remember her at all," Ruth says. "Maybe I am thinking of another Bogart movie." lAarty goes into her room, and rolls a joint. She smokes it, leaning far out the window. "It'll show her, if she catches me," she thinks. "It's her own fault." Later, she hears Ruth go unsteadily down stairs shrieking, "Ned? Ned?" "Shut up, shut up, shut up," she mutters to herself. The smoke has . -k^o. '"• her to a place that is away from the house, out over the field, but her mother's voice brings her back. Still later, when she is in bed, emersed in the patterns of the streetlight on the floor, and the sound of the radiators choaking on their own steam, in her room that never changes, she puts her hand between her legs, and thinks of Gary and what their new apartment will look like. She is almost asleep when she hears Ruth and Ned on the stairs, working their way slowly up to their bedroom. "Drunk," she thinks, and concentrates hard, trying to remember every feature of Gary's body, everything he said to her all day' When her parents go by her door, she hears Ruth crying, and remembers the silence of the motel room. Sunday morning is pale and listless. She waits in her room until she hears her parents leave the house, then dresses quickly and slips out the back. There is music coming from the Grayson's, and she gravitates towards it, trying to hide in the thick branches of the hedge. The idea of having to talk to anyone frightens her. She is trying to maneuver into a sitting position when she sees Gray's face peering at her from the other side of |