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"
That
’
s
what
I
always
claimed
,
"
said
her
husband
,
and
turned
over
to
snore
.
In
the
morning
Mrs
.
Elmira
Brown
was
up
early
and
down
to
the
library
and
then
to
the
drugstore
and
back
to
the
house
where
she
was
busy
mixing
all
kinds
of
chemicals
when
her
husband
,
Sam
came
home
with
an
empty
mail
pouch
at
noon
.
"
Lunch
’
s
in
the
icebox
.
"
Elmira
stirred
a
green
-
looking
porridge
in
a
large
glass
.
"
Good
Lord
,
what
’
s
that
?
"
asked
her
husband
.
"
Looks
like
a
milk
shake
been
left
out
in
the
sun
for
forty
years
.
Got
kind
of
a
fungus
on
it
.
"
"
Fight
magic
with
magic
.
"
"
You
going
to
drink
that
?
"
"
Just
before
I
go
up
into
the
Honeysuckle
Ladies
Lodge
for
the
big
doings
.
"
Samuel
Brown
sniffed
the
concoction
.
"
Take
my
advice
.
Get
up
those
steps
first
,
then
drink
it
.
What
’
s
in
it
?
"
"
Snow
from
angels
’
wings
,
well
,
really
menthol
,
to
cool
hell
’
s
fires
that
burn
you
,
it
says
in
this
book
I
got
at
the
library
.
The
juice
of
a
fresh
grape
off
the
vine
,
for
thinking
clear
sweet
thoughts
in
the
face
of
dark
visions
,
it
says
.
Also
red
rhubarb
,
cream
of
tartar
,
white
sugar
,
white
of
eggs
,
spring
water
and
clover
buds
with
the
strength
of
the
good
earth
in
them
.
Oh
,
I
could
go
on
all
day
.
It
’
s
here
in
the
list
,
good
against
bad
,
white
against
black
.
I
can
’
t
lose
!
"
