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Show Woodworth/198 "Don't you have to give it back to them?" "I can just tell them that you are my wife." Marty picks up her drink, and sips it experimentally. It tastes goo. Cold, refreshing. She takes a long swallow. "Well, then, go with Marty then," Rachael snaps. Marty smiles at her dreamily over the top of her drink. "I doubt Marty would want to go," Gary says. "I think she's had a better offer. To go with Warren and hold his hand while he gets his hair done." Marty stares at the table. Her drink is seeping moisture on to the table. She needs to go to the bathroom. There is something she is supposed to "do to make things right. She twirls her drink so the ice cubes hit the sides of the glass. Let him yell. "I'm going home," Rachael says suddenly. She stands up. "Do you want a ride?" she asks Marty. Marty shakes her head. "Call me tomorrow," she says. Marty nods. The silence continues after Rachael has left. She fiddles with a stir-stick, folding it into smaller and smaller pieces, then releasing it so that is springs back, bent, but full-sizes. Gary lifts his glass, throws back his head, and swallows the rest of his beer. "What do we do now?" he asks her. "Let's go home," she says, experimentally. Will he really listen to her? But he nods, sets his beer down, follows her out. Outside the door, she turns left, towards the subway. "I have my car," he says curtly, and she turns, follows him up the street. He is silent, and she has to walk quickly to keep up with him. He climbs into the car, and reaches across to unlock the door |