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Nigel's reaction to her statement was what was expected. It gave her a nice chance to defend her mistake.
"It's all my fault," Elinor interjected, "I was just talking with my sister, and she asked, and before I could think, I had told her about you, and then I realized that she would, of course, turn around and tell mother, and... It's all my fault."
She stared down at the letter for a few seconds, as though staring on hopelessly as a train wreck unfolded before her eyes.
"Of course, I'm a grown adult, and therefore I don't have to do anything, but, as always, she wants me to feel like it's my choice," she rambled on as she thought out-loud. "And even though my parents aren't bad people, I can't imagine ever saying 'Hey, I have a great idea, let's go see my parents'..."
She cut herself off there and took another bite of apple, taking in a breath. Shut up, Elinor. You're a smart girl. Just... Shut up.
"You don't have to go. We don't have to go. I'm not going." There! Problem solved! Elinor folded up the letter and slid it back into the envelope. Out of sight, out of mind. Right? No.
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