“Till something broke.”
“It was all over.”
“I know the rest,” said Fanny. She sank back in her pillow. Both of them were quiet....
Each was conscious of the other’s breathing. The room was heavy.
Clara stirred. “Shall I open a window?” she asked.
“What about the other?” Fanny held her.
“O I can’t say much about Sennister. I have known her for a long time ... nearly four years I think. She just is: she has no tale of woe.”
“You are good friends?”
“Yes. I have learned a lot from Susan. She is wise. She has a brain, I’ll tell you. She thinks a lot ... and reads.”
“What does she read?”