She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. “Your brother has gone?” she asked Sydney, between the courses. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. On this side stood the instruments with which the latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. My late husband, I mean.
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