Lucille Henderson Alternate Ending

And had she changed? Did she also look better to Edwin, almost slender now and the freckles not noticeable except at the height of summer? And with her new-found ability for light talk? They were passing beneath the eucalyptus trees and the silver drops, falling as the wind shook the leaves, stung her face, feeling at once both cool and burning, Meadow larks in the fields which edged the campus sang in the quiet way they have after the rain has stopped.

“Well then I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you seem to have found a new friend” Bryson adds. At this I look behind me to see a girl, about our age, covered in clown face paint, on our looking at her she let’s forth a high pitched giggle

“This one was hardly bigger than a garage. The table was cluttered with limp- looking magazines and at one end of it there was a big green glass ashtray full of cigarette butts and cotton wads with little blood spots on them. If she had had anything to do with the running of the place, that would have been emptied every so often. There were no chairs against the wall at the head of the room. It had a rectangular-shaped panel in it that permitted a view of the office where the nurse came and went and the secretary listened to the radio. A plastic fern, in a gold pot sat in the opening and trailed its fronds down almost to the floor. The radio was softly playing gospel music” (O’Connor 3). As the Turpins waited Mrs. Turpin began to describe the other waiting room occupants to pass the time. Mrs. Turpin can be seen as a larger woman who is proud of her means and then there is her husband Claud who can be described as a “florid, bald, sturdy and shorter than Mrs. Turpin (O’Connor 1). Next was an unnamed blonde child whose attire consisted of a dirty blue romper, the boy’s mother was seen “wearing on a yellow sweatshirt and wine- colored slacks, both gritty-looking, and the rims of her lips were stained with snuff. Her dirty yellow hair was tied behind with a little piece of red paper ribbon” (O’Connor 5). The next woman is called the “stylish woman” by

“I am too.” Quickly she thought of a different topic,” I never learned your sister’s name.”

“I’m sure Grandmother has someone available- she herself has to have gowns made. Just before you arrived, she had a fitting for the Colonel’s party. We have a standing invitation to his party each year.”

“Man Sarah, that Painted Girl is a tight one,” John said caressing her leg. “She’s fun though. Her face puckers when she’s embarrassed.”

It was the year 1922 and life hadn’t been this good in a while, times had taken a big change for the best. In Manhattan, New York, there were extravagant parties every weekend; the whole city shows up and doesn't leave until they see the sun. There was once this wealthy family living right in the middle of the roaring twenties. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister named Alice, and a younger sister named Anna. Alice loved to go to all of the huge parties, meet new people, and not come home until the morning. Every time Alice would get ready to go out for the night, Anna would watch her get ready as if she was picturing that was herself. Anna looked up at her sister and wanted to do everything she did. Alice had been talking about this party for a long time, and the night

“Yeah he’s a good kid,” she said as if I didn’t know him. “It was nice meeting you” she extended her

"Just so you know," he said, standing behind her now because she had already passed him. She stopped walking to hear what he had to say. "I'm not surprised. Also, I was never dating Donna. That's not how I knew her."

He scoffed. “Do you think? I mean, you spilled champagne all over his sister, which I applaud you for, and humiliated her in front of Briarwood’s high society. But it’s not like she was going to fit in anytime soon anyway. It’s a shame though. I’ve never fucked a redhead before. It’d be an honor to see what the great state of Staten Island has to offer besides ferry rides underneath those jeans.”

“I carefully picked up the tray and watched myself walk to Mrs. Merriweather. With my best company manners, I asked her if she would have some. After all, if Aunty could be a lady at a time like this, so could I” (318).

, I formed many different impressions of the lady and what was going on. When the lady came walking into the station, my impression formation theory of her was that she was a bit more of the higher class, due to her physical qualities and elegant attire. She had an uncomfortable perhaps uneasy expression the whole time she was making herself aware of her environment. I felt as if she had not been in an environment like that before and was her selective perception had her very attentive.

"Are you okay?" she worried, walking over to Braeden and checking for visible signs of injury. She had just gotten close enough to reach out to braeden, when she suddenly had the girl wrapping her arms around her, resting her chin on Allison's shoulder. Allison panicked for a moment, before wrapping her arms around the wet girl and smiling.

“Well, I have an older sister, Barbara. She’s at the diner on the corner of Anderson Street with her boyfriend, Robert.” April’s grandfather. “My mum is out on errands and my dad’s at work at the factory. And yours?’

"I'll be honest, the whole idea intrigues me. Its odd to be true, but I've seen and heard worse," probably, he added silently. "To know me is the real question though, how well do you think you have to know me? A day, a week, a lifetime? You can stand next to a person every day on the bus, chat about the game last night, or the latest tv show and now know them. Married couples who lie next to each night, lying in each others arms, don't always know the whispers of each others hearts. It's up to you Molly, how well do you think you need to know me before," he paused, the rest of it