Sally got married like we knew she would, young and not ready but married just the same. She met a marshmallow salesman at a school bazaar, and she married him in another state where it's legal to get married before eight grade
She has her husband and her house now, her pillowcases and her plates. She says she's in love, but I think she did it to escape.
Sally says she likes being married because now she gets to buy her own things when her husband gives her money.
She is happy, except sometimes her husband gets angry and once broke the door where his foot went through, though most days he is okay.
Except he won't let her talk on the phone. And he doesn't let her look out the window. And he doesn't like her friends, so nobody gets to visit her unless he's working.
She sits at home because she is afraid to go outside without his permission. She likes looking at the walls, at how neatly their corners meet, the linoleum roses on the floor, the ceiling smooth as wedding cake.