Two children, who had been caught in the jam-closet: ingratiating smiles, back of which lay doubt and fear. My parents would have given me the money, so that is exactly why I didn’t ask them. He would have to probe further. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. 2. He kissed her fingers and grinned.
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