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“You're growing old together,” she said to me. “You and what frightens you.” I'm fourteen years old.

She seemed never to be troubled by the notion that there might be two sides to a story, or more than one interpretation of an event.

We were all indulging ourselves. Nettie wanted to seduce, Mama wanted to suffer, I wanted to read. None of us knew how to discipline herself to the successful pursuit of an ideal, normal woman's life. And indeed, none of us ever achieved it.