All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to college, have babies with John, watch her children have children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. I have slept with it under my pillow. I was at work at it yesterday and the day before. Mike’s a fireman and he’s got kids too. I packed them with the other few things I owned. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep. Three cars were lined up in the driveway. "It's very well Mr.
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