The room seemed a vacuum. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. Cathy and Shari toiled over boiling pots of potatoes, candied sweet potatoes with orange rind, corn casserole, and almond green beans. Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of banners. They walked two by two to the car, looking the part of 267 two weary spouses supporting their drunken mates after an all-night bender. Hang the wench! Roding was right. ‘Melusine.
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