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I took off with Walt on the motorcycle, and all the way across the country in my mind I heard her yell, “bitch, bitch, bitch.” Yet I’m certain I didn’t feel guilty. I was scared to death of her. For that matter, I was somewhat frightened of Walt, who threatened to leave me when he got angry in a new town we happened to be in, but we made it to the west coast.

[...] “Talking about it makes me sound like I’m bitching all the time. [...]

[...] And Marie said to her: “You were a nice kid until you turned about sixteen — then you turned into a bitch.” [...]

[...] She looks to you for direction and you do not give it, and therefore—if all within this room will excuse me—she turns into a bitch. [...]