I’ve thought of ending it. Kaput. Over. Head in the oven.” “A doctor,” Maria said. “Doctor. I’ve talked to doctors.” “You’ll feel better. Try to feel better.” The girl now using the nearest telephone seemed to be calling a taxi to take her home from Ralph’s. The girl had rollers in her hair and a small child in her basket and Maria wondered whether her car had been repossessed or her husband had left her or just what had happened, why was she calling a taxi from Ralph’s. “I mean you have to try, you can’t feel this way forever.” “I’ll say I can’t.” Tears began to roll down the woman’s face.
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