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It was as round as a golden coin, and so close you could bite it. I had never seen a moon like that before. It was no Mercury dime New York moon, but a harvest moon brought all the way from the wheat fields of North Dakota to shine with sweet benevolence down on the chosen and the beautiful.
I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
Men had no idea how careless the women of their set weren’t allowed to be. They laughed at how fussy we were about which cars we got into, and they never wondered about the long stretches of bad road between glittering place and glittering place. It was a kind of darkness that could swallow someone whole, and whoever walked back, shoes in her hand, stockings shredded and calling for help from some dingy pay phone, she wouldn’t be the same girl who roared off in that unwise Tourister.
Her pleasures were domestic, her disasters, similar. They always had been.
Sometimes, the only excuse for doing something stupid is knowing that you are doing it and being willing to accept the consequences.
