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Excerpt:
"Martha... Don't go, or wait until the semester's over, and I'll go with you."
Martha looked at Ken a moment and then averted her eyes from his. She studied the wisp of fine yellow hair angled across his broad forehead and shifted her attention to the soft lips, outlining his wide, generous mouth, which was always so ready to smile. It wasn't smiling now.
"I don't want to wait, Ken," she said finally. "I need to get away now."
"You're only running. You can't run away from yourself."
She forced a laugh. "No, I'm not," she objected. "I told you, I just need a vacation."
"What about your courses, honey? You'll flunk the whole semester if you go now."
Martha shrugged lightly, feeling her shoulders lift the waves of her golden hair and slide it silkily down her back. She knew everything about her was sagging and depressed. She could feel the lines of her face droop with weariness. She straightened her whole body, lifting her fine chin, revealing the slender length of her neck, arching her spine so that her high breasts tipped up inside her blouse with forced enthusiasm. She turned a bright smile on Ken that went all the way up into the green pools of her eyes.
"I'm not going to flunk," she said. "I'll withdraw. There's still time. I know if I stay on the way I'm doing, then I'll really flunk."
"Honey, what's the matter? Isn't there something I can do?"
"Yes. Quit making a big thing out of something that isn't. I need a vacation, that's all. I just need to get away for a while."
"But on a tour of South America."
Excerpt:
"Martha... Don't go, or wait until the semester's over, and I'll go with you."
Martha looked at Ken a moment and then averted her eyes from his. She studied the wisp of fine yellow hair angled across his broad forehead and shifted her attention to the soft lips, outlining his wide, generous mouth, which was always so ready to smile. It wasn't smiling now.
"I don't want to wait, Ken," she said finally. "I need to get away now."
"You're only running. You can't run away from yourself."
She forced a laugh. "No, I'm not," she objected. "I told you, I just need a vacation."
"What about your courses, honey? You'll flunk the whole semester if you go now."
Martha shrugged lightly, feeling her shoulders lift the waves of her golden hair and slide it silkily down her back. She knew everything about her was sagging and depressed. She could feel the lines of her face droop with weariness. She straightened her whole body, lifting her fine chin, revealing the slender length of her neck, arching her spine so that her high breasts tipped up inside her blouse with forced enthusiasm. She turned a bright smile on Ken that went all the way up into the green pools of her eyes.
"I'm not going to flunk," she said. "I'll withdraw. There's still time. I know if I stay on the way I'm doing, then I'll really flunk."
"Honey, what's the matter? Isn't there something I can do?"
"Yes. Quit making a big thing out of something that isn't. I need a vacation, that's all. I just need to get away for a while."
"But on a tour of South America."