don't snap out of this. I mean it. Grace. You've had
way more than enough time to get your act together.
You can't go on like this."
I drank some more water and handed her the
glass, which annoyed her.
"I can't be a wet nurse to a girl in her twenties.
Do you have any pains any where? I'll take you right
to the hospital," she, said making it sound more like a
threat than an offer. "Well?"
"No," I said.
She stared at me a moment and shook her head.
"This is all emotional, silly emotionalism. We all have
disappointments in life, but we all have to go an.
Grace. You've got to get hold of yourself and stop
wallowing about in self-pity. It's unbecoming in a
young woman. I'm leaving for a few hours. When I
come back I expect to see you up and about, your hair
washed and brushed, and you in one of the pretty
outfits you have. We're going out to dinner tonight as
soon as Kirby gets home,
"I've decided to take matters into my own hands
now. I will bring you everywhere until you meet
people and start going places yourself I told Kirby the
same thing, and he finally agrees with me. Do you
want anything else before I go? I'll tell the maid to
bring it up to you, but I want you up. Grace. Do you
hear me? Don't just lie there staring at me as if I'm
talking in a foreign language."
"Parlez-vous francais?" I asked, and laughed. "Oh, you're so funny." She turned and started
out. "I'll be back in two hours or so."