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eing prepared, for the most part by women. At six Joy
Strummer ate her pork chops under the constabulary
eye of her mother. Though not at all hungry, she felt
compelled to feign the ravenous appetite Mrs.
Strummer associated with good health. Joy's plans were
in jeopardy. Just before she'd announced the proposed
visit to the library with Polly, Mr. Hedgerow had
appeared at the screen door to ask them where Polly
was. Joy's heart sank. If she weren't able to go to the
party with Lance, she was going to double-k kill Polly
for disappearing. "Have some more stewed tomatoes,
baby. Daddy, pass her the tomatoes."
Joy's father handed the girl a bowl sticky with juice
running over the sides. The red spoonful plopped onto
her plate and seeped into the macaroni. Sweat drops
formed a diadem across Joy's temples. She smiled at
her mother.
At 6:15, in her Alice-blue dining room, Evelyn
Troyes served soupe à l'oignon to Father Fields, with
apologies that it was, of course, but a poor imitation of
the onion soup she had so much enjoyed at Lasserre's
in Paris. He apologized in return that his obligations to