Into the Woods (DeBeers 4)

don't snap out of this. I mean it. Grace. You've had

way more than enough time to get your act together.

You can't go on like this."

I drank some more water and handed her the

glass, which annoyed her.

"I can't be a wet nurse to a girl in her twenties.

Do you have any pains any where? I'll take you right

to the hospital," she, said making it sound more like a

threat than an offer. "Well?"

"No," I said.

She stared at me a moment and shook her head.

"This is all emotional, silly emotionalism. We all have

disappointments in life, but we all have to go an.

Grace. You've got to get hold of yourself and stop

wallowing about in self-pity. It's unbecoming in a

young woman. I'm leaving for a few hours. When I

come back I expect to see you up and about, your hair

washed and brushed, and you in one of the pretty

outfits you have. We're going out to dinner tonight as

soon as Kirby gets home,

"I've decided to take matters into my own hands

now. I will bring you everywhere until you meet

people and start going places yourself I told Kirby the

same thing, and he finally agrees with me. Do you

want anything else before I go? I'll tell the maid to

bring it up to you, but I want you up. Grace. Do you

hear me? Don't just lie there staring at me as if I'm

talking in a foreign language."

"Parlez-vous francais?" I asked, and laughed. "Oh, you're so funny." She turned and started

out. "I'll be back in two hours or so."