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Proud Serrender:The Edna St.Vincent Millay Story Fiction

 


             "You read my mind, but let's not go to the cafeteria. There is this nice little café down the street, oh come on let us go, my treat, I insist." Wynne's dark eyes had some how found Vincent's, when had she looked up. With great ease she felt suddenly confident and had turned up the charm.
             "How could I resist such a warm offer, I accept; but could we stop by my dorm to drop off my bag?" Vincent said with a pleased smile on her pale peach lips.
             "Sure, I would love to see the dorms here anyways" she said a Vincent led her to the dorms.
             As the two girls went up to the woman's dorms, Vincent pointed out certain sites or pictures of interest of the grand school that Vassar was soon becoming. Vincent opened the door to a rather cluttered but nice double room. Vincent stepped aside to allow Wynne to pass before her and as she did Vincent closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the soft lavender scented perfume. Wynne looked around and it was hard to hide her disappointment, but Vincent did not notice as she walked past picking up a few papers, books, and folders and stacked then neatly on the travelers trunk. After setting her school bag down she stepped into the small restroom, while Wynne was looking at over one of the plays Vincent had been working on. Vincent ran a comb through her medium reddish-blond hair, Wynne came to the door way and said.
             "I thought your name was Vincent?".
             "It is," said Vincent from the sink, looking at Wynne through the mirror.
             "It says Edna here," said Wynne as she held up the poem. Wynne's soft eyes questioned, but did not accuse.
             "Oh, that, well my full name is Edna St. Vincent Millay, but my close friends call me Vincent, which I hope you will too," Vincent said with a soft look and a gentle laugh.
             "Oh well, Edna is a very pretty name," Wynne said as she smiled and turned and returned the poem back to where she had found it.
             "Ready?" Wynne asked as Vincent came out from the bathroom.


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