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going to feel about outside amplifiers," cautioned Mr.
Ransom.
Kate shrugged. Slouching across the rug to a coffee
table, where Wanda had placed a tray of hors
d'oeuvres, she scooped up a fistful of cashews, which
she tossed into her mouth as she spoke. "Okay, we'll
keep it down. But crap, some nights I can hear those
bullshit operas of Evelyn's up in my room with the
window shut. Where's Mother?" She looked at
Emerald, who shook her curls in the direction of the
stairs.
"Oh. Well, look," Kate said, with a glance at her
father, "you guys are welcome to join in, Emerald,
Arthur. No hard drugs, promise."
Emerald was not amused. Arthur offered to come,
perhaps, sometime after dinner, which he had promised
to eat at his father's house.
"Fine, nobody's coming 'til eight. Will you make me
a Scotch, Daddy?"
"Scotch isn't a woman's drink. Why don't you let
me make you a martini or something like that?"
"Crap Almighty, I don't believe it. That is so dumb,