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The tree knew. It came there first.
“Francie is entitled to one cup each meal like the rest. If it makes her feel better to throw it away rather than to drink it, all right. I think it’s good that people like us can waste something once in a while and get the feeling of how it would be to have lots of money and not have to worry about scrounging.”
that combination of agreeing with others, and still sticking to his own opinions, which made him so amiable,
Home at last and now it was the time she had been looking forward to all week: fire-escape-sitting time.
“A day like this is like somebody giving you a present,”
She’d ask nothing more than to look at him and to listen to him for the rest of her life.
Somehow during their aimless but oh-so-significant conversation with its delicious pauses and thrilling undercurrents of emotion, they came to know that they loved each other passionately.
Sometimes when the night was frosty and full of stars, they ran a little, skipped a little and laughed a lot.
She grew an answering hardness against her mother and this hardness, paradoxically enough, brought them a little closer together because it made them more alike.
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading.
