RayneAfter dinner, Darla and I talk a little bit about womanhood. An odd topic, yes, but she doesn’t make it awkward at all. She tells me, under her breath, just about everything she can think of, including topics about personal hygiene amongst other things. Some things I already knew, but others were new to me and I am incredibly grateful for the advice. At the end of our evening together, she pats my hand and says, “You know, having you here is absolutely wonderful. I haven’t had someone to talk to in years.”I nod, unsure of what to say. Then, I add, “It’s great being here, too.”My days here are somewhat full. I’m not holed up in my room and waiting for Veronica to call for me. There is a lot to see and even learn, if that is my wish. Darla is very attentive, and I don’t feel at all like a burden here. She offers me a wide smile and then we rise wordlessly and start toward the stairs. It’s somewhat late and I do feel tired. She senses even this. I wonder if there is ever anyth
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