They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. She was no longer a confederate in that. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. “It’s nothing to what I WILL do. Afraid there'll be a love-affair. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing.
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