ly, spreading his bread with mayonnaise before adding the strips of bologna she had placed before him.
|
''Nothing! Jason, could we hurry a little?" she said anxiously. "I'm really tired tonight and want to go to bed early."
|
He looked up at her in surprise. "What are you so tired from? You just said you didn't do anything today."
|
"Well, nothing big, I mean. Just the normal things." She had made her sandwich with one piece of bread folded over, reasoning that she could eat it faster that way. Jason was trying to spear the last bite of potato salad on his plate when she wisked it out from under his nose, threw it into the dishwasher, and slamming its door shut, turned to him, saying, "Want to go in the front room and rest for a while?" He looked at her like she was slightly deranged but followed her into the living room, sinking down into his recliner and picking up the latest edition of the
Farm Journal
. Jessica picked up an afghan she was knitting and worked quietly for a few minutes, her needles flying as she concentrated on the rapidly approaching drama.
|
She yawned, casting a glance at the grandfather clock in the hall. Good grief! It was only five fifty! He'd never buy her going to bed this early. For the next hour Jessica was in agony, looking at the clock every five minutes while Jason sat calmly in his chair, turning the pages of his magazine, watching her from the comer of his eye.
|
Finally, at seven, she threw her yarn into the knitting basket, gave two big convincing yawns, just for safety's sake, and announced in a bored tone, "I think I'll take my shower early tonight."
|
Jason looked up at the clock, then back at her and said dryly, "Kind of early, isn't it?"
|
"I said I was tired," she reminded him curtly.
|
Jason mumbled some incoherent remark and buried his face behind the magazine again as she sauntered casually out of the room. When she reached the hall, she sprang into action, racing down the hall, through her bedroom,
|
|
