She wanted him, she needed sex, but the two ideas had not formed an equation where a concrete result could be deduced. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. Good riddance to bad rubbish. In the matter of his conscience he was primitive; and for an educated man to become primitive is to become something of a child. But, indeed, he’s very human. She gloried in it: he needed her. “Maybe we could swing a scholarship to Boston College for you, you know, with your violin and all. Tristan dying and Isolde coming to crown his death. I will be up with my wife and daughter after lunch.
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