"Don't fire," cried the latter. It is you who took my name, not I yours. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. He wondered why she thought love made people happy, and began to talk of the smilax and pinks that adorned the table. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. There it was—to be borrowed.
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