Tag: ann_petry

I understand better than you think.
That was how it started. As simply and as easily as that.
The street would provide plenty of customers.
He was going to have to pay for it.
We got to stay together after this.
I got as much right here as you.
It took her a long time to reach the top floor.
She looked almost as though she were dancing.
The shiny, polished dance floor looked enormous.
From somewhere downstairs there came the sound of laughter, the clink of glasses.
He listened to the sound of her key turning in the lock.
Will you be gone very long?
The dark didn’t bother him when she was with him.
When she wasn’t there, he was filled with a sense of loss.
What would the street do to her?
Nobody knows where he went.
You must have made a lot of noise.
You just wait and see. I’m going to give you everything you ever wanted.
He’s going to stay here with us.
She was tired and irritable and the least little thing upset her.
She knew she was doing a fine job.
She examined this train of thought with care.
He is proving all kinds of things to himself.
She didn’t know what her answer would be.
This world was one of great contrasts, she thought.
It was out of the question to say any of those things.
She finished the beer in one long gulp.
There was a pleasant gaiety and charm about all of them.
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.