hope dashed

She relaxed limply in the seat. "Oh, no. No. I don't want to go. I'm sure I don't."

Her face was turned away from him. "It will be enough if we can have wine. It will be plenty." She turned up her coat collar so he could not see that she was crying

weakly—like an old woman

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created for challenge 183 THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS

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Challenge 183 ~ THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS

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