She sat on the edge of the bed
overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. She had had to do
away with many a leering foster father since she had
started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the
century. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a
registry perhaps. He squinted and a disgusted look
came over him. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little
porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. ”
“Yes,” she said, and abruptly she liked him enormously. It does not matter to him either way. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place
for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by
calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house. For her mother to betray her seemed
inevitable, but the betrayal seemed worse than her fate. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling
awakened—every wound opened. Using the shirt, she cleaned away
the blood. “I don’t mean simply intensity of sensation.
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