I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. It seemed to her the last desperate attack upon the universe that would not let her live as she desired to live, that penned her in and controlled her and directed her and disapproved of her, the same invincible wrappering, the same leaden tyranny of a universe that she had vowed to overcome after that memorable conflict with her father at Morningside Park. It’s that has always made me—SHE, you know, was drawn into a set—didn’t discriminate Private theatricals. This was in Tennessee. ‘In love? I? Don’t be ridiculous.
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