I . . . Why do you want me to?”

There was a flicker of something in Greta’s look. I couldn’t tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness, and then she said, “Why wouldn’t I want you to?”

Because you hate me, I thought, but I didn’t say it.

Autor: Carol Rifka Brunt

I . . . Why do you want me to?” <br /><br />There was a flicker of something in Greta’s look. I couldn’t tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness, and then she said, “Why <i>wouldn’t</i> I want you to?” <br /><br /><i>Because you hate me</i>, I thought, but I didn’t say it. - Carol Rifka Brunt



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