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“Something was rattling inside me. Something about him was tearing me apart. It was a battle or even a war within. Maybe he was everything I wanted and didn't want in one person.”

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“Viele Frauen sind in ihrem Leben damit beschäftigt, sich in Männer hineinzuversetzen, ihnen beizustehen, ihr Leben zu organisieren oder sich um deren Gesundheit zu kümmern. Dem wäre nichts entgegenzusetzen, wenn Männer im Gegenzug das Gleiche für Frauen täten.”

“Many of the most magnificent things in our world happen gently, graciously, and with no fanfare—the movement of the sun, the stars, the moon, the ocean, and the constant miracles of creation in the natural world. You, too, can become a force of nature. Don’t be afraid that your growth has to be painful and dramatic, involving lots of outward change. More often than not, it is a gentle unfolding of what is beautiful, true, purposeful and serene.”

“Isn’t that momentous? Women! A krewe of women. Turning the tide on men! We are making history here. Yes, this moment! Making history.” The woman had barely taken a breath. She tapped Constance on the arm and picked up her fork to begin her hors d’oeuvre of boudin-stuffed mushrooms. Constance leaned toward the woman as if wishing to speak more directly. In truth, she wanted to see the name on the place card. She had time to make out only the first name: Marianne. “Ah, yes, Marianne,” she said. “It is history, isn’t it? You are so very right.” “It is time that women spoke up for themselves, did for themselves, and we are part of that wave that will surely come to shore when we get the vote. But for now, having our own ball will have to suffice.” The woman turned to her neighbor on the other side. “Indeed.” Constance finished the last bit of mushroom, speaking to the air. Her fork clanged on the plate as the uniformed server whisked it away. It was replaced immediately with a sumptuous, but unpretentious luncheon plate of shrimp and asparagus, with a decorative sprig of green grapes.”

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