“I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners,” she said. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. “Carolyn loves ‘Fiddler on the Roof. When will he be up?" "That depends. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. Age is set, impervious to innovations. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit.
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