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Show Woodworth/120 Gary never calls while she is moving, but she won't think about that. He will call again. She decorates the apartment, thinking of him. Decorates is an exaggeration. She has nothing to fill it with. But she has the checks now. She has her trust fund. When he calls, they can go shopping together,, choose furniture together. Everything is moved. After dinner, Ned will drive her in town. From now on, her home will be somewhere else. "In town." The words themselves sound classy, exciting. Risky- But before she goes, Ruth has made dinner. Asked her especially if she would mind, just one last dinner^ They sit down at the table, and Ruth chats about an exhibition at the museum. Ned serves them. Roast beef - enought for at least eight people. He slices fat chunks, and lays them, dripping, on the plates. Baked stuffed potatoes, topped with melted cheese. Fresh peas. "There's a bottle of wine, too," Ruth tells him, and he reaches into the refrigerator, studies the label. "This is. an occassion," he asserts. Ruth smiles at Marty- "I got a good bottle," she tells her. "I just told Bob to pick something out and send it up. I said it was a special occassion." Ned pours a swallow into Marty's glass and she sniffs it, tastes it. "It's excellent," she proclaims, and Ruth smiles again. She is wearing lipstick tonight, and a crescent kiss remains on the glass when she tastes the wine. "It is good." Ned sits down, unfolds his napkin. "This looks wonderful," he announces, and the family turns to dinner. Exclamations of pleasure. The peas are perfect. The beef, tender. The potato |
