Glory, narrowing her eyes and looking directly at me, gave me the uncomfortable sensation that once again I had unwittingly opened up an old wound. It ain't the fourth of July that might be keepin' him from the fair. Oh, for the love of God, why does anyone have to tell anyone nothin'. That was a million years ago and there ain't no good in goin' over this foolishness again. Fred was so uneasy, he pratically whined the words.
Foolishness is right.
I ain't never seen growed men act so damnable silly as when they think they're about to get a peek at a naked woman. Shame on you, Fred, you old reprobate. Fred glared in my direction. You have my word, Fred. Boy, do I love living near these people.