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Chapter 16

           IntheprojectionroomshesatbetweenCollisClayandDickwhilethemechanicmountedthereelsofDaddy’sGirlandaFrenchexecutiveflutteredabouthertryingtotalkAmericanslang."Yes,boy,"hesaidwhentherewastroublewiththeprojector,"Ihavenotanybenenas."Thenthelightswentout,therewasthesuddenclickandaflickeringnoiseandshewasalonewithDickatlast.Theylookedateachotherinthehalfdarkness.

           "DearRosemary,"hemurmured.Theirshoulderstouched.NicolestirredrestlesslyattheendoftherowandAbecoughedconvulsivelyandblewhisnose;thentheyallsettleddownandthepictureran.

           Thereshewastheschoolgirlofayearago,hairdownherbackandripplingoutstifflylikethesolidhairofatanagrafigure;thereshewasSOyoungandinnocenttheproductofhermother’slovingcare;thereshewasembodyingalltheimmaturityoftherace,cuttinganewcardboardpaperdolltopassbeforeitsemptyharlot’smind.Sherememberedhowshehadfeltinthatdress,especiallyfreshandnewunderthefreshyoungsilk.

           Daddy’sgirl.Wasita‘itty-bittybravekinsanddiditsuffer?Ooo-ooo-tweet,detweetestthing,wasn’tshedesttootweet?Beforehertinyfisttheforcesoflustandcorruptionrolledaway;nay,theverymarchofdestinystopped;inevitablebecameevitable,syllogism,dialectic,allrationalityfellaway.Womenwouldforgetthedirtydishesathomeandweep,evenwithinthepictureonewomanweptsolongthatshealmoststolethefilmawayfromRosemary.

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