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"No, Prissie." Beanie had never said so flat a no to
Priss before, and her obstinacy so disquieted Mrs.
Ransom that she arrested her friend by the arm and led
her off to the bathroom. Tracy and Evelyn came, too.
Locked in with a purple tub and a toilet bowl in
which cigarettes unhappily floated, the four women
considered Beanie's future. She admitted she had not
thought about it. She admitted she had not thought
about her past either. Under Mrs. Ransom's crossexamination,
Beanie was brought to further admissions.
She admitted she was hurting her husband, her children,
her unborn grandchildren, her friends, her neighbors,
her community, her name, her sex and her country and
the great chain of being. Seated on the edge of the tub,
Beanie began to cry. From the rim of the toilet, so did
Evelyn.
"You must do what's right, right for yourself,
Beanie," said Tracy, handing her friend some toilet
paper. "But have you really thought?"
"Of course she hasn't thought. The man has
mesmerized her, she's under some kind of spell."
"Yes, Priss," said Beanie. "I didn't mean for