The Lady Who Liked Clean Rest Rooms [antikvár]

THE LADY WHO LIKED CLEAN REST ROOMS With everyone reacting to and following trends and fashions you never know what's going to happen next in and around New York and especially in suburban climes like Scarsdale. But what worried her more than anything was that she might sink down so deep into the doldrums that back up out of them she might never again get. On the day she felt this most acutely it was her forty-third birthday. She got a bottle of Polish vodka, chilled it ice cold, frosting the glass of a decanter and while listening to Faure's Requiem, spent a couple of hours knocking it back with a sardine paste she made with garlic and cream cheese and spread on pumpernickel bread. But she got so drunk she found herself sitting at midnight with a loaded shotgun across her lap, after she thought she had heard funny noises outside around the 1