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Strummers?
They have a girl? She died?"
Neither Beanie nor her friends knew the Strummers
personally or socially. They knew the name. Priss had
no idea, for example, that the Strummers' son, Bobby,
had, four summers ago, taken her daughter Kate's
virginity on her couch at the lake house. Their spheres
didn't mingle.
Beanie ran toward the kitchen door. "I've got to
find Lance and talk to him."
Through a stream of her smoke Mrs. Ransom
called after Beanie.
"My dear, I'd say you were about thirty years too
late."
"Oh, now, no." Tracy flushed scarlet. "Really, no.
You can't talk to Beanie like that. You mustn't come in
my house and be so cruel!
What's the matter with you, Priss? Really, no."
The kitchen door slammed shut. Mrs. Ransom
stood so quickly that the rocker flipped over behind
her. Infuriated by the awkwardness, she jerked it up as
she spoke. "And who in h. do you think you are to talk