‘Come,’ she called. For a long time neither spoke again. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. Here one might live the life of golden days. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. I am having them to my own soirée on Monday.
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