"Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. “He does not come here,” she exclaimed, quickly.
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