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A MARRIAGE, PART II
She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her
suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had
angrily toted her to after the incident at the country
house. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue
myself. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl. Michelle helped her mother clear
the table and Lucy thanked her for the meal. It fell to the ground and smoked ominously. It may
bring us together again. The Matriarchate! The
Lords of Creation just ran about and did what they were told. E. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time
the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would
sit down at the piano and play. When the word “FREAK” appeared
scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker,
she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war
had escalated from imaginary to physical. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent.
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