But maybe it was that she was different from them. Jesse was different, too. Maybe that was why he knew her feelings. He wished he could make it better, but he couldn't, of course. Being different just was. Not a fellow, nor a woman neither, could just stop being different. It was something that just had to be resigned to. Jesse had resigned himself, in most ways. Miss Althea would have to do it, too. Of course, Jesse didn't know how that was to be done. It was sort of like going to sleep, he thought. You couldn't make yourself do it and the harder that you tried the less apt you were to succeed. But somehow you'd wake up and realize that you'd been snoring away all night long and not be able to remember how it happened.
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