There came the slightest of a tapping upon the door to Julianna’s room, and the girl in an instant pulled it open and pulled in Clara, and a mere second afterward the door was closed behind them. The two young women stood facing each other, both clad in their white night shifts, and in the moment of silence which ensued it was hard to tell which one of them wore a more severe expression of exasperation.
    Julianna broke their silent stare-off by whispering (though the creases in her face were absolutely screaming), “Where the hell have you been? Do you realize it’s nearly midnight? Where have you been? Did you get it? Did you get it?”
    “Well, that’s a fine thank-you-very-much for the dreadfully awful day I’ve had!”...

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