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Continued fr that I don't like cookies as well." "I know better," Carol laughed. "I grew up with a brother and a father." She moved closer to Bobby as she spoke, and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her with respect. It was just right, Michael thought. Not too feminine and not too affectionate. She was casual enough so the boy took it in stride, without embarrassment, and she removed her hand before he got restless. Yet she let him know that she liked him and desired his friendship. AGAIN in the truck, their deliveries all made, Michael and Bobby rode in a thoughtful silence. "She's all right," Bobby decided at last. "She's not really like a girl, she's like a man." And with that accolade he nodded wisely, pleased with himself for having deciphered the riddle of women — if they're like men they're all right. Later that evening, while Michael and Bobby sat together on the porch, the phone rang and Mrs. Anderson called Michael. There was only one person in Fayette who would possibly call him and yet — "Hello, Mr. West," Carol said. "I THE MINUTE MAN $#&-' Every American is asking "What can I do to help us toward Victory?" Some of us can and do serve in the armed forces. Other men and women work in war industries. All of us can and should buy as many War Stamps and Bonds as we can afford. Invest in America! wonder if you could come to dinner with us tomorrow night?" The receiver almost dropped from Michael's hand. "Tomorrow night?" he echoed. "Yes, just a family dinner, no guests except yourself." "Why, why yes, I'd like to." "About six-thirty then?" "Yes, that's fine," Michael said, wondering. "But I don't understand. People don't usually invite the egg man to dinner." "You're not an egg man," Carol said. "And I'm sure you'll like my family. That's why I want you to come." "I'd like to," Michael said. Michael put on the one good suit he'd brought with him from Glen Falls. It wasn't too bad. The seams were shiny but otherwise it was all right. Lucky it was dark gray so it didn't show the wear much. Michael stood in the hallway of the Bates house, waiting for Carol to come down. It was a solid, homey place, not done in the latest style, but with the kind of good taste that never looks old. It wasn't grand, or pretentious, July, 1942 om page 71 but everything about it from the mellowed tapestry on one wall to the polished heavy banister, spoke of comfort and ease. It had been a long time since Michael had entered a house like this. He wondered if it ever could have been his, if things had been different. When Carol came down, she took Michael right into the living room. A tall, slender man with white hair got up easily from a big chair near the window. "Daddy, this is Mr. West," she said. "Mr. West, this is my father." Michael could tell she was proud of him. "How do you do, Mr. West," said Mr. Bates. "Kenzie, this is Mr. West. My son, Kenzie." Michael murmured a greeting and shook hands with a young man about twenty-seven, as slender as his father, but with none of his air of self-control and determination. Yet Michael liked him immediately. There was an absence of guile about him, an openness, that was appealing. AT the dinner table, Michael -t* thought he detected undercurrents of hostility between Kenzie and his father, and an effort on Carol's part to bring them together. "Mr. West is a lawyer, too, Kenzie," Carol said. "He practiced for a while in Riverfield." "Oh?" said Kenzie. "Very briefly, and some years ago," Michael said, trying to laugh above his bitterness. "Why did you give it up?" Kenzie asked. "I didn't like it," he answered. Carol started to speak, but Michael warned her with his eyes not to. "I'm afraid Kenzie is still something of a tyro, too, although it's about time he dug in," Mr. Bates said. "He will," Carol put in quickly. "It takes time," Michael said. "I found that out." "Longer than four years?" Mr. Bates demanded. "Sometimes," Michael admitted. "I was at it for only two years, and found I had no roots to speak of. I was glad to get away." "What have you done since?" Kenzie said, obviously glad to turn the conversation away from himself. "One thing and another," Michael answered. Right now I'm a sort of general handy man for Mrs. Anderson." "So Carol said," Mr. Bates observed. "You like the outdoor life?" "Very much." "I prefer it myself, I believe, although I've had precious little chance to indulge in it," Mr. Bates said. "That's the penalty of being a good citizen and a pillar of the community," Michael laughed. The tension was broken. All through the dinner they talked pleasantly of little things, and later, when the maid had brought their coffee into the living room, it continued. But only until the phone rang. Then Kenzie jumped up hurriedly to answer it first. 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