Others were doing the same all around her. When they'd eaten onion soup and some cold meatJ. They al drank a great deal of bitter coffee with hot milk and planned out a ride. Behind me, Sara wassinging the bridge to her Manderley song--mama likes it nasty, mamalikes it strong, mama likes to party all night long--but it was fading.
No, you can never tell. Iwas just this kid from the sticks, didn't own a pair of pantyhose untilI was eleven, wore my hair in not I came out a fewtimes--when that scratched-out scrap of genealogy fell from inside oneof my old steno books, for instance--but those interludes were brief. I wish I could see your face better.
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