At least for one moment, it was. It did not take a mind reader to glean that she had suddenly gained the boy’s obsessive attention. What a fool I was to separate the two in my mind. Womanhood is sacred to me. Monroe would lock the whole group of us in the basement, every day. I won't give him a chance. It needs cultivating, I think. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. Apparently I’m not to exist yet.
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