Saturday, October 01, 2011
That stuck-up Whitney family lived directly across the lake in a home much bigger than they really needed, and that’s all Victoria Whitney ever talked about – that house and how she just must put new draperies throughout. “Afterall,” she’d say when she cornered someone down at the Piggly-Wiggly, “they’re almost three years old and so yesterday.”
Elizabeth still shuddered every time she thought about the day she came “just that close” to whacking that woman with a one quart glass bottle of concentrated grape juice . . . right there in aisle 6. But she’s over it now, now that Buck put that sundial in the backyard – it’s gnomon giving the finger to Victoria and Mr. Whitney and both their bratty little kids. It tickles her every single time she looks out her window.
