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Perhaps you’ve noticed that the Older Woman has vanished from the pages. We’re so tired of her. Taking over, is #2, Lauren Bacall’s older, crueler sister; #4, Wacky Redhead with the Martha Raye puss.
#1 is asking something of #2, but she’s doing a fine job of pretending she doesn’t know she’s there. She hasn’t spoken a word to her since the episode at the Community Club, when she found the witch rubbing something off her husband’s shirt collar with a wet Kleenex. Soup, she said. It could stain, she said.
Husband didn’t say anything. She got new sheer drapes out of that one, so perhaps she ought to be grateful. That might work. That might cut. Really, dear, kiss him again. I’m dreadfully tired of the carpet, and some days I just want to bring it all up. Don’t you? Oh but of course you do. You were bringing it all up in the powder room last night. Or so I heard.
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