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"
You
've
changed
a
lot
,
Meggie
.
"
"
Have
I
?
"
The
soft
,
full
mouth
curved
into
a
smile
.
"
I
do
n't
think
so
,
really
.
It
's
just
the
Great
Northwest
,
wearing
me
down
,
stripping
off
the
layers
like
Salome
's
seven
veils
.
Or
like
an
onion
,
which
is
how
Justine
would
rather
put
it
.
No
poetry
,
that
child
.
I
'm
the
same
old
Meggie
,
Ralph
,
only
more
naked
.
"
"
Perhaps
so
.
"
"
Ah
,
but
you
've
changed
,
Ralph
.
"
"
In
what
way
,
my
Meggie
?
"
"
As
if
the
pedestal
rocks
with
every
passing
breeze
,
and
as
if
the
view
from
up
there
is
a
disappointment
.
"
"
It
is
.
"
He
laughed
soundlessly
.
"
And
to
think
I
once
had
the
temerity
to
say
you
were
n't
anything
out
of
the
ordinary
!
I
take
it
back
.
You
're
the
one
woman
,
Meggie
.
The
one
!
"
"
What
happened
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
Did
I
discover
even
Church
idols
have
feet
of
clay
?
Did
I
sell
myself
for
a
mess
of
pottage
?
Am
I
grasping
at
nothing
?
"
His
brows
drew
togther
,
as
if
in
pain
.
"
And
that
's
it
,
perhaps
,
in
a
nutshell
.
I
'm
a
mass
of
clichés
.
It
's
an
old
,
sour
,
petrified
world
,
the
Vatican
world
.
"
"
I
was
more
real
,
but
you
could
never
see
it
.
"
