"We have
become well acquainted--very."
"How nice!" says Vee, sort of innocent.
"I am glad you think so," says Myra.
And for the rest of the evenin' she confines her remarks to Auntie,
cuttin' loose with the sarcasm at every openin' and now and then tossin'
an explosive gas bomb at us over Auntie's shoulder. Nothing anyone could
grab up and hurl back at her, you know. It's all shootin' from ambush.
Some keen tongue she has, take it from me. At 9:30 I backed out under
fire, leavin' Vee with her ears pinked up and a smolderin' glow in them
gray eyes of hers.
If it hadn't been for puttin' myself in the quitter class I'd laid off
Sunday night. But I just couldn't do that. So we stands another siege.
No use tryin' to describe it. Cousin Myra's tactics are too sleuthy.
Just one jab after another, with them darnin'-needle eyes addin' the fine
touches.
But this time Vee only smiles back at her and never answers once. Why,
even Auntie takes up a couple of Myra's little slams and debates the
point with her enthusiastic. Nothing from Vee, though. I don't
understand it a bit until it's all over, and Vee follows me out into the
hall and helps me find my hat. Quite careless, she shuts the door behind
us.
"Whew!" says I.
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