And not a worthy tome in sight. ” “I don’t care. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. ‘Never mind that now. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. He took her to Burger King, still amused by her taste in food. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. “It’s my fault. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Certain phases of irony always caused him to chuckle audibly. But they were too late. To-night we leave for Marseilles. But he was wide awake.
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