But at least it gave her more time. As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. ‘He told me everything, if you mean Gerald. One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. White calls them. . . Soon, they fattened up, their cheeks rosy and their hair shining. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. That’s one thing clear. She unlaced his pants and slid them down his hips, examining him as he stood before her naked. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed.
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