" He did not reply. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. It was at breakfast on this day that he told Ruth he had sent to Batavia for some dresses. 165 “Uh, my parents are going skiing in Colorado after New Year’s. 70 <9> A MARRIAGE, PART II She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had angrily toted her to after the incident at the country house. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. "I don't know what his idea was. Presently repellance grew under the frozen mask of astonishment and dissipated it. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. Oh, to face facts! Gods! what a world it might be if people faced facts! Understanding! Understanding! There is no other salvation.
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