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by Barney Sabath
IN her pink sup, Sally Parker stood
before the bedroom mirror brushing
her brown hair. She could hear Warren
in the living room explaining to old Mrs.
Krayle that six-week-old Warren, Jr.,
had never before been entrusted to a
baby-sitter.
Listening, Sally felt guilty. She knew
she should want to escape from the small
apartment for an evening. And since
she'd worked in Warren's office before
they were married, she ought to be look
ing forward to seeing "the gang" again.
Actually she did want to see them, but
wished it could be through a one-way
screen so they needn't stare politely at
her once-perfect Size 10, now a dozen
very apparent pounds heavier. She'd
managed to lose 15 excess pounds, but
these last 12 just refused to go.
Warren appeared in the doorway, his
handsome reflection smiling in the mir
ror. "Come on, Pudge. Time for us to go."
He handed her the new black dress
which lay across the bed, and she pulled
it over her head, wishing for a sudden
headache, a dizziness any excuse to
stay home. For even a black dress
couldn't camouflage the pudginess that
had earned her her nickname.
She remembered the morning Warren
had brought her and the baby home from
the hospital. He'd kissed her lips and
murmured, "Welcome home, Pudge."
And though she'd kept the smile on her
face, something inside had frozen and
she'd silently resolved to lose the extra
weight in a few weeks.
She'd intended to exercise, to eat less
to whittle herself down to the long
lost Size 10. But the days flew by in a
pattern of diaper-changing, formula
making and house-cleaning, with no time
to consider herself.
Though he had frequently suggested
they go out, she had felt shame for her
heaviness and had offered excuses. But
now they were starting out on an eve
ning, and she must struggle to be gay.
She put on her jacket, then tiptoed
into the darkened dinette that doubled
for a nursery. She planted a soft kiss on
the round pink face, and with happy sur
prise felt her husband's hand taking
hers, and his lips against her ear.
In the car she tried to keep her voice
light. "Darling, I know I'm not exactly
a sylph, but I'm going to slim down in
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Warren said nothing, but reached for
her hand and pressed it. She felt herself
getting a trifle indignant
"I mean it," she insisted; then her
voice became a shade wistful. "Please
at the party don't call me Pudge." Over
the purr of the motor, Warren's laugh
was indulgent, just a touch skeptical.
In the Phelps' living room, Fran
Phelps took Sally's jacket, and the girls
gathered around and exclaimed how
wonderful Sally looked and how lovely
her dress was. Of course, she didn't be
lieve a word of these compliments and
changed the subject to young Warren.
"I'm a doting mama," she said without
apology, opening her purse to bring out
a batch of snapshots.
Soon the men moved off toward the
game room for cards, and Sally became
the center of the girls' chattering atten
tion. She felt a sweet glow, realizing how
much she'd missed seeing them lately,
and how much she loved them.
They told her of the recent movies
they'd seen, and of the new bachelor
who had joined the office sales staff.
"Lunch-time shopping expeditions
aren't the same without you," Kay told
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