“What can you do, my daughter? You must wait....”
She sank in her new-placed chair.
“ ...in the sun.”
—She is pregnant, Colonel Luve explained away the inconsequent words.
Fanny waited.
* * *
“I know your name.... I knew it always ... now you will let me?—Samson Brenner.”
“You say my name as if it meant something.”
“Perhaps it does. Perhaps it does. Go on.”
“I sometimes wonder why I am studying Law. Writing poems is more fun ... and you know? seems realler!”