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met the glow in the Wisconsin sky.
Saturday nightafter supper in ChippewaWisconsinTessie Golden
of the presunset era would have been calling from her bedroom to the
kitchen: "Mawhat'd you do with my pink blouse?"
And from the kitchen: "It's in your second bureau drawer. The
collar was kind of mussed from Wednesday nightand I give it a little
pressing while my iron was on."
At seven-thirty Tessie would have emerged from her bedroom in the
pink blouse that might have been considered alarmingly frank as to texture
and precariously low as to neck had Tessie herself not been so reassuringly
unopulent; a black taffeta skirtvery brief; a hat with a good deal of
French blue about it; fragile high-heeled pumps with bows.
As she passed through the sitting room on her way outher mother
would appear in the doorwaydishtowel in hand. Her pride in this slim
young thing and her love of her she concealed with a thin layer of carping
criticism.
Runnin' downtown againI s'pose.
A keen eye on the swishing
skirt hem.
Tessiethe quick-tonguedwould toss the wave of shining hair that lay
against either glowing cheek. "Ohmyno andithadbeentornorratherrippedbyastronglateralpull[link widoczny dla zalogowanych] 201005112111382817ahi! I just thought I'd dress up
in case Angie Hatton drove past in her auto and picked me up for a little
ride
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