I saw her first. she had just shoveled a forkful of food into her mouth, hunched slightly over her plate. I could see she had plumped up again.
then I saw him. our eyes met amid his conversation with another guest. he appeared the same as before. even his contemptuous weaknesses, the shame that I once chose to forgive, were all there still. I walked on with not a trace of hesitation. my little white dress and the ruffled petticoat seemed to exaggerate the bounce of each and every step.
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