Apparently I’m not to exist yet. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. Anyhow, there was some pleasurable satisfaction in knowing where the quarry would be for the next three weeks.
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