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TIME“Hodge.”
“Barbara?”
“Is it really true youve never written your mother since you left home?”
“Why should I write her? What could I say? Perhaps if my first plans had come to something, I might have. But to tell her I worked for six years for nothing would only confirm her opinion of my lack of gumption.”
“I wonder if your ambitions in the end don’t amount to a wish to prove her wrong.”
“Now you sound like Midbin,” I said, but I wasnt annoyed. I much preferred her present questions to those I’d heard from her in the past weeks: Do you love me? Are you sure? Really love, I mean; more than any other woman? Why?
“Oliver has had accidental flashes of insight.”
“Arent you substituting your own for what you think might be my motives?”
“My mother hated me,” she stated flatly.
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