“If you can be a girl,” said Mrs Rennie, “you can stay.” She frowned. “But we can’t call you Geraldine, can we? That would be much too obvious, wouldn’t it? If you won’t try to make yourself be a girl, you can leave now, Cecilia, and we won’t speak of this again. If you try and it doesn’t work, which I am beginning to think will be the likeliest outcome of all, I’ll fire you anyway. And I won’t care what you tell your mother or anyone in town about me. They wouldn’t believe you, anyway.”
I stared up at her face in the mirror, shuddering at the way she was looking at me.
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