“Yep.” Kellie kicked her shoes off and slid to the bed, bouncing for a moment before asking, “I thought you were going to go to Wilmington College. I thought you were going to be a teacher or secretary, or something. I know your daddy was counting on you going.”
Mim shrugged again, her eyes studying the brush, comb and box of dusting power on her bureau. “Anthony wants to get married.” She turned to face her friend, her eyes questioning. “I want to, too, I guess.”
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