” She said in Lucy’s direction. I am yours for the making over. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. \"Why not?\" Cathy continued, \"Shari is allowed to date, Lucy, and so are you.
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