Now Tay know. And she knew, too, that she couldn't wait until morning to announce her decision. Postponing it would take even more courage than facing it. So she stepped to her mirror. Her face, somehow, reminded her of a sea over which a hurricane has passed. The surface wasn't calm yet; but the sharp and oraggy wavo u were rounded now, were content to yield to the elements. Tay combed her hair carefully, then spread cǹ fresh lipstick. At the door, she turned back. "First," she said, "I must phone Don. And it won't be easy."

Tay wasn't sure, as she made her way downstairs, that Don had understood. But she had told him plainly enough. And she had told him why. Now, the even harder part informing her family. She was glad that Alan was out for the evening and that Geraldine was reading in hor own room. It saved having to askɛthem to leave.

"Dad, Mother, I want to talk with you two," she told her parents.

Her mother looked at her, and then in a rather startled voice asked, "Why what's the matter?"

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Her father said, "What's wrong, Pet?"

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"It's that it's that I've decided tonight." her face going out of control. Her voice, too.

"Decided what?" her father prompted.

She felt

"Why, that I can't marry Don. I I just can't. Instead I'm going with Millicent to her cabin this summer. And when we come back in the fall Tay stopped to catch

her breath.

"When we come back, I'm going to stay with

Millicent in her apartment."

"Stay with Millicent?" the mother demanded. "Why? What's the matter with your own home ?"

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"Nothing, Mother. It's a lovely home. And I have a lovely family. But Mother " then she turned toward her father, "and Dad, I think you should both know. I care for Millicent. Differently, and far more than for

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