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"And... I just cleaned his house yesterday, aired it out... So ask him one more time, is he sure he doesn't want to see me, knowing that I'm leaving tomorrow?"
The prison guard conveyed this to Nathaniel York, who replied with just one sentence.
"Let her visit, it's not like she won't come back after going."
Having placed the things down, the prison guard said, "You really are something. Such a beautiful young lady keeps coming to visit you, and this is your attitude. You know, even after you get out, with this kind of attitude, it's going to be hard to find a wife."
Nathaniel York didn't speak, merely glancing at the things Matilda Jenkins had bought.
Most of it was snacks for children. He curled his lip—potato chips, biscuits, chocolate—all of which were Matilda's favorite things to eat.
She thought that because she liked them, he would too. In reality, he bought those things only because of her, and he truly didn't like them at all.
