“Will you even say good-bye to your mothers?” Marya shook her head. What would she say? How could she explain? She couldn’t even explain to herself. Mother, I have been waiting for something to happen to me my whole life, and now that it has I am going, even though it is a tilted kind of thing, and I meant to be so much better at it than my sisters. “What a dreadful girl I have raised! Still, if you don’t ask their permission, they can’t say no. That’s our sort of logic.”
