human
Floyd, Gertrude says, timidly,
gpt
She is seventeen, he answers,
human
and he sighs. Life is so much harder than he could have imagined it three months ago. He is so weary, so troubled, that he feels like throwing up everything and going abroad, but, ah, he cannot. He is chained fast in the interest of others.
gpt
Talk to mother a little, he adds,
human
She would go, Denise says.
gpt
It is only such a little while that she can see him.