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She
drank
it
quickly
,
choked
and
then
said
,
"
Besides
,
yesterday
was
my
birthday
—
I
was
eighteen
.
"
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
us
?
"
they
said
indignantly
.
"
I
knew
you
’
d
make
a
fuss
over
it
and
go
to
a
lot
of
trouble
.
"
She
finished
the
champagne
.
"
So
this
is
the
celebration
.
"
"
It
most
certainly
is
not
,
"
Dick
assured
her
.
"
The
dinner
tomorrow
night
is
your
birthday
party
and
don
’
t
forget
it
.
Eighteen
—
why
that
’
s
a
terribly
important
age
.
"
"
I
used
to
think
until
you
’
re
eighteen
nothing
matters
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
That
’
s
right
,
"
Abe
agreed
.
"
And
afterward
it
’
s
the
same
way
.
"
"
Abe
feels
that
nothing
matters
till
he
gets
on
the
boat
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
This
time
he
really
has
got
everything
planned
out
when
he
gets
to
New
York
.
"
She
spoke
as
though
she
were
tired
of
saying
things
that
no
longer
had
a
meaning
for
her
,
as
if
in
reality
the
course
that
she
and
her
husband
followed
,
or
failed
to
follow
,
had
become
merely
an
intention
.
"
He
’
ll
be
writing
music
in
America
and
I
’
ll
be
working
at
singing
in
Munich
,
so
when
we
get
together
again
there
’
ll
be
nothing
we
can
’
t
do
.
"
"
That
’
s
wonderful
,
"
agreed
Rosemary
,
feeling
the
champagne
.
"
Meanwhile
,
another
touch
of
champagne
for
Rosemary
.
Then
she
’
ll
be
more
able
to
rationalize
the
acts
of
her
lymphatic
glands
.
They
only
begin
to
function
at
eighteen
.
"
