We all got our troubles, Sister. We all got our troubles.
She might as well not have been there.
No murmur of conversation. Nothing.
She was actually making an effort to change a situation.
And thinking about it that way, she was frightened by her own audacity.
She was never the one to make the change.
Never once had she protested.
Years and years like that.
It was the first defiant gesture she had ever made.
How had she dared to come here?
Then she saw the sign and she forgot about the pain.
It was always colder on this street than anywhere else, she thought irritably.
He was going to the top floor.
Just walk right in the door. It’s always open.
I got something important to talk over with you.
That isn’t enough evidence for a complaint.
He was filled with a vast uneasiness.
Tonight wasn’t anything special.
Perhaps that was one way of fighting back.
The trouble is that these rooms are so small.
“She would like to go somewhere where there was music.”
But she really didn’t know what it was.
He listened to her with his eyes fixed on her face.
She started choosing her words carefully.
The weather had changed, she thought.
The street is nice in this light, she thought.
They were good with coffee in the morning.
I’m young and strong, there isn’t anything I can’t do.
A wave of self-confidence swept over her.
She was walking faster and faster because the air was crisp and clear.
It was like having the earth suddenly open up.
She argued with herself about it.
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