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Charlie was right. Walter was just a hustler. He was a loser. And if she stayed with him, she’d be a loser too.
“It’s too bad,” Jasper told Elsie. “But it’s not your fault, really.” “What’s not my fault?” “That you’re a woman. Everyone knows women designers are second best,”
“Never admit your doubts.”
Was she in love with Julia? How else to explain this intensity of feeling, this wish to be part of Julia, to be . . . inside her? But then . . . no. It was more elemental than that. It wasn’t that she was in love with Julia so much as that she wanted to be Julia.
“The best way to change the world is through the things people love, not through politics.”
“California, sì? Hollywood?” Lena could not smile back. “Yes.” “How many communists do you know there?” The question came out of nowhere. “What?”
His smiles were as confusing as a touch; sometimes they left her speechless. His presence prickled her skin. She couldn’t deny the connection between them.
