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Show 39, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] nothing for it but to watch a change come over her canvasses; it was the moment when south, twilight lay on Islamorada, and the purple martins were winging to their gourd homes. Being married wasn't as bad as some individuals had advised that it might be. Rama and Sita. Passionate devotion. There was the physical side. Which is to say the girl worked at it. As she had been trained that love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage. And although calendar-wise the honeymoon was over it couldn't strictly be said that this honeymoon was over by any means. And yet there were those little things. Little things flying. Or flitting would be as close as you could put it. Around his home. Inside the house. As glimpsed from the corners of his eyes. Uxorious. He knew what they were from the old stories. Good things, perhaps. But alien. Lares and penates. And it takes some getting used to. Things that aren't generally seen during the marriage promotion. Like the power or to put it in terms of physical science: mechanical advantages--the leverage they acquire. To wear things around the house few women have ever looked right in, things that scare you, a wife wired into the rollers, in a night mask with the makeup, a mobcap, furred slippers and mules. |