Shari regaled Lucy with soap operatic tales of boy-girl intrigues at the high school, then spoke of her aspirations for the future. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence. Mike and Shari sat at the kitchen table eating potato chips. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. She changed her mind that day, as her mother Marina had predicted. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. Something in her tone made him look up. More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. “Quite alone, sir.
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