Michael Malone - Weebly

no attention to this mess. Don't you look pretty! Is that
a new blouse? I was watching the news. Funny how it
can go on surprising you how horrible the news is. I
really wonder what we're coming to."
"I'm so sorry to bother you, but I was feeling a little
blue, sort of at loose ends," Evelyn apologized. "But I'm
probably intruding, aren't I?"
"You've always been such a ninny, Evelyn. Of
course you're not intruding. Do you think I have a lover
hiding in the bathroom?" Mrs. Canopy made this joke in
vigorous innocence; she had no desire for a lover, in the
bathroom or elsewhere. But her friend Evelyn did
harbor such longings, for herself, and, generously
enough, for her friends. She would have been delighted
had she glimpsed trousers slipping away up the steps.
She was delighted, secretly, when in New York she
had glimpsed Richard Rage kissing the inside of
Beanie's wrist and palm, just as so long ago Hugo had
kissed hers. Mrs. Canopy made coffee. Then she and
her friend shared a box of Scottish shortbread as they
watched a documentary on the invasion of privacy.
Later, at Tracy's urging, Evelyn made a little clay