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Hannah came over to her and leaned to her, an arm around her shoulder.
“Talk if you want to, Mary,” she said. “If you think it does you good. But try not to harp on these things.”
“And I was so mad at him, only a few hours ago, for not phoning all day, and because of Rufus. I had such a good supper ready, and I did wait it, and ...”
“It wasn’t his fault it was good,” Hannah said.
“Of course it isn’t his fault and I had no Business waiting it but I did, and I was so angry with him—why I even—I even ...”
But this she found she would not tell them. I even thought he was drunk, she said to herself. And if he was, why what in the world of it. Let’s hope if he was he really loved being, God bless him always. Always.
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