Based on your own experiences and observations, which two phrases should be considered when predicting what Paul will do?
Unexpected Visitor
by T. Herlinger
Clad in a t-shirt and trousers, Paul was already sweating profusely by 11 a.m., wheeling a metal rack of sults through the sea of pedestrians.
Pushing racks of clothes around New York City's garment district wasn't exactly a dream job, but Paul wasn't complaining. He had worked in his
father's restaurant every summer since he was elght years old, and now finally, at 15, he had landed a real job. On most mornings, he let the
throngs of people become a blur around him as he steered the heavy rack of swinging suits down the sidewalk, careful not to run over any toes.
But today, he happened to glance up and spy a familiar face. There at the street corner stood Paul's father, looking oddly small and frail amld
the rushing people.
Paul cringed with embarrassment as he approached his father, who was standing in his gray business suit, baking in the August heat. He eyed
his dad suspiciously, wishing he were an apparition. Myriad feelings were welling, but mostly Paul felt exasperated and furious his dad was
trespassing on his territory. Maybe he meant to convince Paul to come back and work in the restaurant, but there was no way he was going to
give up his newfound independence. Then Paul had a frightening thought-maybe there was an emergency at homel "What's going on?" he
demanded without saying hello. "Is Mom in the hospital? Is the restaurant okay?"
"No, everything's perfect-your mom's fine, the restaurant's fine," Paul's father assured him. "I just wanted to witness my son in action," he
declared proudly, his eyes beaming. "You're a real working man with a legitimate profession, so I thought I'd treat you to an expensive lunch.
Maybe a Reuben sandwich or some pastraml? Or something more extravagant!"
"I can't, Dad" Paul answered automatically, "I mean, my lunch break isn't until noon, and that's over an hour from now."
"That doesn't matter," his father responded easily, shrugging his shoulders, "Till just read my paper at that delicatessen across the street." He
gestured at a red awning with a sign advertising a lunch special. "Come meet me there when you're ready!" With that, he reached up and ruffled
Paul's hair, grinned at him, and started off across the street. Paul quickly turned away, wracked with embarrassment and guilt. He ducked his
head, hiding from the New York crowd of pedestrians, and wheeled the rack of clothes down the sidewalk in the other direction.
A but Paul wasn't complaining
B he eyed his dad suspiciously
C Then Paul had a frightening thought
D wracked with embarrassment and guilt
E hiding from the New York crowd of pedestrians
Which TWO are correct
