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Show 60 eyes flicked ever so slightly at Sid; they had discussed living-room bars before. But Smead failed to notice. "How's that? Isn't it a knockout?" "Very nice." "Not finished yet, but when it is: double sink, bottle washer, the whole shebang. Even" - - he turned to Sid - - "a brass rail." Sid gazed a moment before answering. "If you can get it. Our ferry almost conked out the other day, thanks to no brass." "Js that so?" asked Ellen. "We had no problem." She turned to Smead. "Didn't you say - - ?" Smead's eyes swept across her face; then he glanced at Sid's glass. "Did you say soda?" "water." Ellen leaned toward Smead. "You said the rail - - " "Louise?" Smead asked. But the momentum of her sentence carried Ellen forward: " - - was easier than the wood. All you had to do - - " Smead turned, his face red, his eyes, suddenly, murderous, "Why don't you shut up? Why don't you shut the hell up?" The Wilsons sat silent, Smead's anger stifling the con- |