“Unless you learn to curb yourself, there will be no parties for you, and no party dresses.”
This was the speach that broke the Camel’s back. I could endure no more.
“I think,” I said, “that I shall get married and end everything.”
Need I explain that I had no serious intention of taking the fatal step? But it was not deliberate mendasity. It was Despair.
Mother actually went white. She cluched me by the arm and shook me.
“What are you saying?” she demanded.
“I think you heard me, mother,” I said, very politely. I was however thinking hard.
“Marry whom? Barbara, answer me.”
“I don’t know. Anybody.”
“She’s trying to frighten you, mother,” Sis said. “There isn’t anybody. Don’t let her fool you.”