Oh, Miss Iris, Mist' Zolotas been waitin' heah for 'most an hour, Abigail scolded. Hmmm-hmmm. Of course, we won't know the results until morning. I have to be home by midnight, she warned.
As she hurried east onTwenty-third Street, street lamps announced the imminent arrival ofevening. It was wrong for children to mourn every waking moment. But when she was outall night, partying, she knew she'd come home and find Laura there. To keep him waiting this way when they wereso in love.
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