twelve-and-a

Updated: May 15, 2025

In me a plain woman, sir, with my hands still odorous of onion dressing, and a safety-pin from my daughter's bathing-struggle still sticking into my twelve-and-a- half-cent gingham, in me, I say, you behold a contented human creature, who confidently hopes to live to be ninety-seven!" "And then we'll have eternity together!" said the dusty Billy, with an arm about her.

Kathleen Thompson Norris - Saturday's Child