I'm so tired, so tired, she thought. I don't want to see him, or hear from him—I don't want to think about him
With a sudden feeling of suction in her chest, she thought, suppose he does kill himself this time, and suppose my letters are found. Suppose they get into the papers, for Curtis to read. What had she written? What had she written? Dozens of notes
Oh, Curtis, she thought, it's you I love, my dear. So strong, so safe. It's to you I give all my loyalty.
If I'm ever such a fool as to get into a mess like this again!
Try to relax. Think of something pleasant. Gerald Smith. She had seen him in the train coming out to Germantown, and had promised to lunch with him in Philadelphia tomorrow. She tingled, remembering the way he had looked at her.
Darling mother and father! She must come home oftener. And yet that meant loneliness for her own dear Curtis.
