It puzzled her, but she felt as though the long road of her life that lay ahead, that long, open-ended road where all sorts of wonderful things could happen (because she was young and wouldn’t die for ages) had curved around, and so many things were now decided. That delicious question—who will I marry?—had been answered. That delicious desire—I will be a teacher!—had come to pass. She hadn’t had her children yet—there was still that—but sometimes, like this morning, she had a momentary shiver of some irretrievable loss, and even as the principal, Mr. Waterbury, raised a cheerful hand and she
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