Aunt Cord could express shock, but Susan knew the truth: what lay directly ahead was whoring, pure and simple. She looked toward Roland and met his eyes, still laughing. Thank God for at least one such in this nightmare. r; that seemed to have increased, if anything, as if she’d found some other source from which she could feed, at least for awhile.
“Yar, I see that’s what you’ve got your heart set on. Except who’s stopping? she thought. She felt a sudden, greedy desire to run her hands through it, to let her fingers tell its texture—rough o ’Tis no one’s affair but our own.
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