She married my Dad in a small ceremony down at City Hall. ‘What is it?’ asked Roding. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. I am. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. She had agonized over it for weeks. Some doting parent had taught him well. “Before you do anything else I should advise you to secure those charred fragments of paper from the grate. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. As long as Larry and I meet the boy first, he can take you out. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience.
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