At the sound of the door Ann Veronica uncovered a tearless face, and with one swift movement assumed a conversational attitude. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. Winifred's reception was kind, but more distant, and after the slight ceremonial she resumed her occupation. She dumped him because she claimed she didn’t want him to go any farther. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. Her mouth lolled open and drool seeped down one corner.
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