Fallout by ProQuest


Delphine straightens the gingham cloth that covers a foldout table sighing under the weight of Ritz crackers and stuffed eggs, trembling Jell-O moulds, hot dogs with Cheez Whiz. More time with the girls might also mean less time with young men (the only remedy for a girl with her reputation is marriage, and Iris has no plans for domestic bliss just yet). The mothers turn around just in time to see florid shards of plaster scatter across the lawn, flitting through the flowerbeds like fairy tumblers, spinning and toppling and skidding in all directions.

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