My mother shall never degrade herself by a connection with you. ” He looked at her with white, set face. "Before you go, bring me the bottle of pineapple rum I opened yesterday. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to college, have babies with John, watch her children have children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans.
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