I turned away, turned back into the powder room to wash my face again, to wash away the thoughts barging their way back into my mind. I convinced myself that my mind played tricks on my eyes, vision infested and diseased by Ginevra"s confession.
I threw the thoughts away as I would anything poisonous and returned to my friends. The night no longer glittered; the stars no longer twinkled.
Herbert dropped me at my house. I almost asked him of the girl.
I attended Pearl every day—five, six times a day. She allowed me to, in the way of “them,” a stranger tending to their every need.
I had never known such aloneness, not even after mama died. This was different, for Pearl was still here, but she wasn"t.
I tried to tell my father.
I went to his room with all intentions of doing so.
I wand
