cecelia’s mother came home and took off her hat and coat.
“i have some news,” she told cecelia.
“really? and what is that?” cecelia asked.
“i have found a gentleman who is willing to take you off my hands, and to marry you.”
“oh. is he a nice man?”
“i really don’t know enough about him to say. i only just met him.”
“how old is he?”
cecelia’s mother finished hanging up her coat, and sat down on the sofa. “why all these questions? he will be here in about an hour, with the money he promised me, and you can see him for yourself.”
“how much did he pay you?” cecelia asked.
“that is no concern of yours.” cecelia’s mother kicked her shoes off. “oh, my feet are killing me. i took a cab to the wrong place, and ended up walking five blocks to meet him.”
“do you think i should make myself look nice?” cecelia asked.
“that’s up to you. i could use a drink.” cecelia’s mother looked around, but made no move to get up. “to celebrate. i don’t believe it - after all these years, to finally be rid of you.”
“i am sorry you feel that way,” said cecelia.
“oh, stop your whining. he will be here soon enough, and that will be the end of it.”
“or the beginning,” cecelia said hopefully.
“oh, yes.” cecelia’s mother laughed. “or the beginning.”
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