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Andrew's, naturally, but the timbre not bad, we think."
Saar knew he was drinking too much again and couldn't
seem to stop himself. "Will you excuse me a second
while I guzzle every drop of booze on the bar and then
rape myself with the bottles?" Oh, my God, had he said
that? No. There still sat Evelyn in a halo of blue hair,
with a smile like Lillian Gish's. She was saying, "I don't
think Ernest smokes, but Priss will have some, won't
she?" What was the matter with him? Of course what
he had really said was, "Will you excuse me while I
borrow a cigarette from Ernest?" If he kept on, he was
going to lose his job.
A.A. Hayes, former North Carolinian and currently
graying editor of the Dingley Day, couldn't seem to
stop himself from drinking either. He, however, had no
desire to do so. Sighting down the length of his glass, he
glanced at his attractive wife, Junebug, off by herself in
a corner, where she fondled a collection of Steuben
glass birds. Everyone in Dingley Falls thought June
Hayes to be pitifully shy, whereas her husband knew
her to be pitilessly hostile to them all, himself included.
He looked away when she sensed his watching her,