Cold water dripped down my face.
I looked at myself
in the mirror of the ladies room.
David wanted me to go back East with him.
I was having dinner with Jeff next Monday.
Uncle Roger wanted me to be a file clerk.

Water splashes had left dark spots on the front
of my gray sweater. I took off the silver
barrette which held my hair away from my face,
and put it in my pocketbook.

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