Valerie sat with folded hands looking at her.
"How do you think you could stand that desolation?"
"Arizona?"
"Yes."
"There is another desolation I dread more."
"Do you really love him so?"
Rita slowly turned from the window and looked at her.
"Yes," she said.
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"Does he know it, Rita?"