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Show Woodworth/219 It will be so nice to wake up tomorrow morning with a full house. I'll even make breakfast, and we can all eat together, and discuss with |V\egan whether she wants a family only party, or wants any of her friends to come.'"' She imagines breakfast in her apartment, alone. After all, Gary w\ in San Francisco. Warmly, she thinks of how they mmm> cood °c-be eating breakfast alone together all next week, in bed, in their room, or, sometimes, in the hotel dining room, where they will have the complacent, self-satisfied air of husband and wife. "I want you to stay. Really. If you want to." "Yes," Marty says. It feels like she is being sent to bed, earlier than her bed time. It irks her to do what her mother tells her to do, especially now.tiiartBtiiHVBMHNiHlir •^•••••h* But there was something else she wanted to tell her mother about. Yes. That she understood, and that she loved her. "Good." Ruth holds up her arms again to hug Marty. "I have two such beautiful daughters," she says. ^•••MaMhMBMeB^BBBit. What's behind her mother's smile. She has two beautiful daughters. Had a son. Had a beautiful son. Your fault. Your fault, remember. Ruth's smile has gone cold behind her smile. {Aarty feels like she has left her body and is watching her mother and herself from some place across the room. Ned's footsteps pound from one end of the room to the other over head, and a shoe hits the floor with a thump. The hot water faucet in the upstairs bathroom squeels as it's turned. Water through the pipes. Movement. Time. Ruth drops her arms as if signalling the beginning of a race. She looks down at-haj; 3 IP mmULml hQv"*°, creased hands. Hands that changed |
