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REBECCA
"What shall we do?" I asked, unsure what one did with a very pregnant woman. Cards? Embroidery?
I followed her into the kitchen, where she plucked a muffin from a basket on the table before carefully lowering herself into a chair. She offered me the basket and I took it from her.
"Eat," she replied, breaking off a piece of the muffin and stuffing it into her mouth in a most unladylike fashion. "I'm always hungry these days." She chewed, then asked with her mouth full, "You can't be anything but fastidious, can you?"
I put my muffin down on the table, took a cloth napkin from a pile at the center of the table and wiped my fingers. "Whatever do you mean?"
"I'm the one who lived at a boarding school just like you, remember? I'm the one whose father had no interest in me until
