More important, I couldn’t stand the thought that my skirt might fly up. I couldn’t stand the thought of jumping in that dress. It was a white dress, white with a floral pattern, some kind of design in it, and that design was pink. It was sleeveless, real tight in the waist with a long flared skirt. I was wearing a dress that Mama had made for me. Besides, after I thought about it a little more, I realized something else that was very important: I wasn’t wearing pants. Children played out front and that would be so traumatic for them.
One was a picture window that didn’t open, but then I couldn’t jump from those windows on the sides, either. That one led out to a gangway, a stairwell, where I figured no one would find me until my body started to smell. Well, that window was painted shut, so I went to another window. But I got up and walked over to a window. “End it all.” Oh, I don’t know what possessed me. “What am I going to do?” Almost as soon as I asked that question, the answer came. “So I was just sitting in the dining room feeling sorry for myself.
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