I want her to tell me the whole truth about this extraordinary marriage. She gave up as he finished, spending himself in her mouth. The students passed Juicy Fruit sticks and notes back and forth, bartering various forms of social currency. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. “Uh, I think I might, Shari. “Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him.
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