“Jean Louise tiptoed past her to no avail.“Come look here.”Alexandra stepped back from the table and revealed several cut-glass platters stacked three-deep with delicate sandwiches.“Is that Atticus’s dinner?”“No, he’s going to try to eat downtown today. You know how he hates barging in on a bunch of women.”Holy Moses King of the Jews. The Coffee.“Sweet, why don’t you get the livingroom ready. They’ll be here in an hour.”“Who’ve you invited?”Alexandra called out a guest list so preposterous that ...Jean Louise sighed heavily. Half the women were younger than she, half were older; they had shared no experience that she could recall, except one female with whom she had quarreled steadily all through grammar school. “Where’s everybody in my class?” she said.“About, I suppose.”Ah yes. About, in Old Sarum and points deeper in the woods. She wondered what had become of them.“Did you go visiting this morning?” asked Alexandra.“Went to see Cal.”Alexandra’s knife clattered on the table.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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