Save Me the Waltz

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“Those girls,” people said, “think they can do anything and get away with it.”

So Randolph came in the afternoon to say good-bye.

was afraid; she thought her heart was a person walking.

The girl hung there on his words like a vestment waiting to be put on.

Marauder of vagrant enthusiasm, she piled the loot on whatever was at hand, her sisters and their sweethearts, performances and panoplies. Everything assumed the qualities of improvisation with the constant change in the girl.

-five, had become an emotional anarchist. It was her way of proving to herself her individual necessity of survival

he irrefutable logic of the Judge’s fine mind. An existence where feminine tolerance plays no role being insupportable to her motherly temperament, Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist

wide and lawless generosity of their mother was nourished from many years of living faced with the irrefutable logic of the Judge’s fine mind.

Alabama thought that she herself would never have every single thing about her just right at once—would never be able to attain a state of abstract preparedness.

Her mind rambled on irrelevantly.