A part of me disagreed; a partof me thought Mattie Devore was exactly what I did need. I felt her handreaching for me, and slapped it away--if she touched me where she meantto touch me, I would come in an instant. Instead, I rolled to my left. She'd gotten her-self admitted to the School of Journalism, in spite of Ed-win's disapproval.
She was the right age, after all, and my books were probablybetter for her than spending her afternoons in front of General hospitaland One Life to Live. I'm a lucky girl, don't you think? First I marry the son of anextremely rich man, and after he dies, I fall under the protective wingof another rich guy. I looked behind me and saw Sara on her hill, not the womanbut the house, a long lodge jutting toward the nightbound lake. There was a pause.
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