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"
Good
idea
.
There
’
ll
be
boys
.
"
"
I
hate
boys
.
I
do
hate
boys
.
"
"
I
know
you
do
.
Hostility
is
your
motto
.
I
don
’
t
like
’
em
much
myself
.
Now
lean
off
me
a
minute
.
I
want
to
read
the
paper
.
"
She
flounced
like
a
1920s
movie
star
and
instantly
took
her
revenge
.
"
When
are
you
going
to
be
rich
?
"
Yes
,
she
’
ll
give
some
man
a
bad
time
.
My
instinct
was
to
grab
her
and
paddle
her
but
that
’
s
exactly
what
she
wanted
.
I
do
believe
she
had
eye
shadow
on
.
There
was
as
little
pity
in
her
eyes
as
you
’
ll
find
in
a
panther
’
s
eyes
.
"
Next
Friday
,
"
I
said
.
"
Well
,
I
wish
you
’
d
hurry
up
.
I
’
m
sick
of
being
poor
.
"
And
she
slipped
quickly
out
.
A
listener
at
doors
too
.
I
do
love
her
,
and
that
’
s
odd
because
she
is
everything
I
detest
in
anyone
else
—
and
I
adore
her
.
No
newspaper
for
me
.
I
hadn
’
t
even
unfolded
it
when
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
arrived
.
She
was
done
up
—
hairdresser
done
up
.
I
guess
Mary
would
know
how
it
’
s
done
,
but
I
don
’
t
.
In
the
morning
the
out
-
of
-
coffee
Margie
was
set
for
me
like
a
bear
trap
.
The
same
evening
she
drew
a
bead
on
Mary
.
If
her
behind
bounced
,
I
couldn
’
t
see
it
.
If
anything
was
under
her
neat
suit
,
it
was
hiding
.
She
was
a
perfect
guest
—
for
another
woman
—
helpful
,
charming
,
complimentary
,
thoughtful
,
modest
.
She
treated
me
as
though
I
had
taken
on
forty
years
since
the
morning
.
What
a
wonderful
thing
a
woman
is
.
I
can
admire
what
they
do
even
if
I
don
’
t
understand
why
.
