“After all, why should he be surprised?” she remarked. Shari would know what to do, but Shari was out with her friend Lisa. His curiosity put itself into a question. Probably his first serious bout with John Barleycorn. It’s a mismatch. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said.
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