asphemy, Susan supposed, but for a moment Aunt Cord’s voice had reminded her of the sound the thinny made. The flush on her cheek and the love-bite on the side of her neck told him everything else. One is a book of riddles with the answers torn out. Of the boy.
and it was perhaps just as well for her that Reynolds was at that moment leading her into the Bad Grass and out of sight. Susan felt a bitter disappointment fill her. She put her head on her knees and sobbed—loud, unladylike sounds like the caw of squabbling crows. Or, as Eddie liked to say, whatever went around came around.
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