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Show Woodworth/178 the refrigerator. "Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" She turns and looks at her mother. Ruth is already on her feet, coffee cup in her hands. "No, that's ok. I can do it." "No, really. I want to. I haven't eaten yet. I'll have to make something for myself anyway. I might as well make enough for two." "Do you want me to make you breakfast?" "No. I want to make you breakfast," her mother says, pushing Marty playfully aside. "Ok. It's all yours." She watches herumother warily for a reason for this playful mood. "How 'bout eggs benedict?" Ruth asks, emerging triumphantly from the refrigerator with eggs and butter in her arms. Marty laughs. "I was thinking of toast. I'm glad you volunteered." Ruth carries the eggs and butter to the counter. She looks • like a happy six-year old. "We don't have any ham. But we have everything else we need. I don't even think the English Muffins are stale." "Here, let me help you." "No. You go ahead and sit down. Have a cup of coffee or something." "I can't. It'll make me nervous to have you doing all the work." For a minute, Ruth freezes and Marty is afraid that she has said something wrong, upset the interplay. "Well, ok then," Ruth says, still sounding gay- "You can be ~-rtrH^lfi ^""i liftfrm "'"r1; g,k Muffins. Or, better yet, you |