I want you. She did not speak to John in the week of school left after the Prom. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. She admired his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his bathroom. . He had an objective now. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. I am a thing to be used. No work that offered was at all of the quality she had vaguely postulated for herself. Living’s just material.
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