” He glanced from the bumper sticker to Jake. he had rather enjoyed the cheated, frustrated look on Aunt Cord’s face—the look of the thwarted miser. What she said might be true, but it didn’t matter. Will’s eyes were full upon her, as if he were reading these thoughts.
Such absurd courtliness out here in the middle of nowhere, with the acrid smell of the oilpatch on the edge of town already in her nostrils, startled her out of her fear and into a laugh. The ball was still there, however, unharmed and glowing the same enticing pink he remembered from so long ago—from Mejis, when he had been young and in love. ”He nodded and let go of her face. But he’s laid on a dinner-party at Mayor’s House tomorrow evening—seven o’ the clock for most folk, eight for you young fellows .
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