It was obvious that he had waited for her. Armed, however, with the implement he had so fortunately obtained, he did not despair of success. It looked as if it had taken its world for granted and prospered on that assumption—a world in which children were trained to obey their elders and the wills of women over-ruled as a matter of course. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. This was the worst summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out.
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