She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. Behind every one of these myriad fronts she passed there must be a career or careers. And now take away those cards, and never let me see them again. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. Ruth loved him. She had almost chosen to prostitute herself rather than live in that animal state once, but had found a warm cave in Kentucky just as situations had grown truly desperate. You guys don’t fool around, that was one big Thanksgiving dinner. This time there wasn't any doubt. ” She slipped it on her finger, and added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last week.
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