He drove her home that night, kissing her again and again at stoplights. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,” said she. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. She had always loved babies, like you! We ran away to the Barbars, back then, the land of the barbarian North. . The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of company for the start of the Little Season. My foster mom works there as a second job. When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin.
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