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I’ll slap thee!” Susan cried. )“So be it,” Jonas said, with a look of disappointment so comic that she laughed. Not in meanness but in plain old boy-carelessness. There was an oval of mirror mounted to the left of the kitchen doorway, and in it Susan caught sight of her aunt’s face.

Tomorrow the word “bumhug” might mean nothing to the kid; for the rest of today, however, he was going to laugh every time he heard it. She rubbed the tips together, smelled them, then bent and picked up a swatch of grass to wipe her hands. He’d been with passionate women before, ones who took you into a kind of oven-place and then held you there, staring with greedy inten ” She sounded so much like the wandering preacher-woman that had come through town the year before—Pittston, her name had been, Sylvia Pittston—that she laughed again, this time almost naturally.