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depressing to realize Mr. Erhard was right.
I don't know. I'll see how I feel next week.'
Good enough.
After another quick stop at the bathroom, she went outside and he followed her, walking toward Tom, waving his pipe in a greeting.
So you're the one who's been pelting the house with cherry pits all day, is that it? But he was grinning broadly and Tom laughed with delight. I'll bet you can't hit that tree. But he was wrong. Tom hit it and squarely.
You'd better watch out, Mr. E, he wants a slingshot
Remember? Like the one on that show the other night? The one when the boy ' The tale was long and garbled, but Mr. Erhard fell into the discussion with ease, and Kate watched him for a silent moment. She hated leaving him. She always hated leaving him. It should have been a relief, but it wasn't. Getting there was a relief, seeing him was, leaving him still tore at her heart.
Okay, love, I'm going to go now, but I'll be back soon.
Okay, Katie, so long. He waved nonchalantly, and the discussion of the morning was long since forgotten. This was more home to him now than anywhere else. He didn't even flinch at her departure.
She stooped to kiss him on the cheek and squeezed his shoulder.
Take good care of Willie, my love. She walked away with a wave and a smile and a rock settling on her heart, as he sat in his chair holding the teddy bear. She could still see him as she backed the car slowly out of its space. She rolled down the window for a last wave, but he was already engrossed in his talk with Mr. Erhard. Good-bye, Tom. I love you. She said it to herself in a whisper as she drove away.
Chapter 3
The drive home seemed longer than it ever had before. She kept seeing Tom with the teddy bear, and thinking of things he had said. She finally forced the visit from her mind, and flicked on the radio. She had cramps in her legs, and suddenly all she wanted was to get home. It had been too long a day, and she had that desperate feeling of exhaustion that swept up on her so quickly now, as though she hadn't the strength for another step. Maybe Mr. Erhard was right. Maybe she should stop coming for the next few weeks. It was only going to be three more weeks till the baby came. She didn't even let herself think of that though. Not the baby, not Tom. All she could think of was her bed, and getting out of the clothes that seemed to be strangling her whole body. It seemed a thousand years later when she finally pulled into her own driveway. She was so tired she didn't even see the little red Alfa Romeo parked at the side of the house. She just slipped out of the car, stood next to it for a minute, steadying herself and rubbing her calves, and then began to walk slowly and stiffly toward the front door.
You look like you're in great shape. It was the deep, cynical voice of Felicia Norman, and Kate jumped a foot. Hey, lady, take it easy. I'm a miserable midwife. And then Kate looked up and laughed.
You scared the hell out of me, Licia.
I'm surprised you've got enough energy left to be scared. What do you think you're doing to yourself? She took the basket out of her friend's hand and they walked slowly toward the house.
Never mind that. What are you doing down here early?
I decided I needed a vacation and you needed a guest.
A vacation?
Well, a long weekend. I took four days. And she was glad she had come. Kate looked wiped out, and if that was what going up to see Tom did to her, maybe she could stop her from going for a while, or at least drive her up there. But this was lunacy.
Do you realize what a miracle it is that you haven't been fired yet, thanks to me? But Kate was grinning. It was so good to see her.
They're just goddamn lucky I don't quit If we do one more show this month, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. And so would her assistant. In order to be with Kate, Felicia had foisted all the week's shows onto her assistant again. That was going to cost her another Gucci bag, and a fat lunch at Trader Vic's, but
I don't know. I'll see how I feel next week.'
Good enough.
After another quick stop at the bathroom, she went outside and he followed her, walking toward Tom, waving his pipe in a greeting.
So you're the one who's been pelting the house with cherry pits all day, is that it? But he was grinning broadly and Tom laughed with delight. I'll bet you can't hit that tree. But he was wrong. Tom hit it and squarely.
You'd better watch out, Mr. E, he wants a slingshot
Remember? Like the one on that show the other night? The one when the boy ' The tale was long and garbled, but Mr. Erhard fell into the discussion with ease, and Kate watched him for a silent moment. She hated leaving him. She always hated leaving him. It should have been a relief, but it wasn't. Getting there was a relief, seeing him was, leaving him still tore at her heart.
Okay, love, I'm going to go now, but I'll be back soon.
Okay, Katie, so long. He waved nonchalantly, and the discussion of the morning was long since forgotten. This was more home to him now than anywhere else. He didn't even flinch at her departure.
She stooped to kiss him on the cheek and squeezed his shoulder.
Take good care of Willie, my love. She walked away with a wave and a smile and a rock settling on her heart, as he sat in his chair holding the teddy bear. She could still see him as she backed the car slowly out of its space. She rolled down the window for a last wave, but he was already engrossed in his talk with Mr. Erhard. Good-bye, Tom. I love you. She said it to herself in a whisper as she drove away.
Chapter 3
The drive home seemed longer than it ever had before. She kept seeing Tom with the teddy bear, and thinking of things he had said. She finally forced the visit from her mind, and flicked on the radio. She had cramps in her legs, and suddenly all she wanted was to get home. It had been too long a day, and she had that desperate feeling of exhaustion that swept up on her so quickly now, as though she hadn't the strength for another step. Maybe Mr. Erhard was right. Maybe she should stop coming for the next few weeks. It was only going to be three more weeks till the baby came. She didn't even let herself think of that though. Not the baby, not Tom. All she could think of was her bed, and getting out of the clothes that seemed to be strangling her whole body. It seemed a thousand years later when she finally pulled into her own driveway. She was so tired she didn't even see the little red Alfa Romeo parked at the side of the house. She just slipped out of the car, stood next to it for a minute, steadying herself and rubbing her calves, and then began to walk slowly and stiffly toward the front door.
You look like you're in great shape. It was the deep, cynical voice of Felicia Norman, and Kate jumped a foot. Hey, lady, take it easy. I'm a miserable midwife. And then Kate looked up and laughed.
You scared the hell out of me, Licia.
I'm surprised you've got enough energy left to be scared. What do you think you're doing to yourself? She took the basket out of her friend's hand and they walked slowly toward the house.
Never mind that. What are you doing down here early?
I decided I needed a vacation and you needed a guest.
A vacation?
Well, a long weekend. I took four days. And she was glad she had come. Kate looked wiped out, and if that was what going up to see Tom did to her, maybe she could stop her from going for a while, or at least drive her up there. But this was lunacy.
Do you realize what a miracle it is that you haven't been fired yet, thanks to me? But Kate was grinning. It was so good to see her.
They're just goddamn lucky I don't quit If we do one more show this month, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. And so would her assistant. In order to be with Kate, Felicia had foisted all the week's shows onto her assistant again. That was going to cost her another Gucci bag, and a fat lunch at Trader Vic's, but
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