In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. She used to lock Jordan and Josiah in the closet when they were toddlers. The theme was a masquerade. Ruth was something to study for future copy; she was almost unbelievable. You are restless, aggressive, critical with all the crude unthinking criticism of youth. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago.
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