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his words. And Bonnie's eyes had brimmed with tears, she'd loved him with an even more tragic devotion. Now she studied the snap, wondered that she'd ever carried her heart on her sleeve like that. She longed to talk to Mr. Benton again. But as suddenly she was taken by her shame. I wonder, Mr. Benton if you still want me for a daughter? Now, after all the foul things I've done? Never? She knew that answer before she asked the question. She turned his picture down, slid another up. Instantly her hand froze, her eyes narrowed in hatred as the past jammed her. It was a group picture, taken in…mehr

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his words.
And Bonnie's eyes had brimmed with tears, she'd loved him with an even more tragic devotion. Now she studied the snap, wondered that she'd ever carried her heart on her sleeve like that. She longed to talk to Mr. Benton again. But as suddenly she was taken by her shame.
I wonder, Mr. Benton if you still want me for a daughter? Now, after all the foul things I've done?
Never? She knew that answer before she asked the question.
She turned his picture down, slid another up. Instantly her hand froze, her eyes narrowed in hatred as the past jammed her. It was a group picture, taken in High School. Her sophomore year, debating team. Beside her, squat, dark-her hair bleached, daring the world to taunt her obesity-her eyes viciously defiant set on Delia Bradley.
Bonnie hadn't thought of Delia in a long time. It was a purposeful oversight. For it was Delia who was the instrument of Bonnie's downfall into this pit of perverseness.
Now Bonnie lashed out at herself. Not quite, she argued. You can't blame it on Delia. Put the blame where it belongs, Delia only helped to get what I wanted anyhow.
You were there from the start of it you. were pushing with both hands on all pistons.