' [171] 'Idiots!' Larch shouted, and took the train. And then there was the man who had asked the Winkles to cast him adrift at sea in a small boat—with only one oar. Her allegiance seemed quite exclusively assigned to Mr. Larch's feelings —it had all just slipped out of him, and it _ms.
She was wearing her work clothes—jeans; a khaki field shirt, with oversized pockets and epaulettes; work boots; a Boston Red Sox baseball cap with the visor turned backward. But Senior appeared' to be baffled; he said nothing. It was one thing to be jealous of Wally Worthington—everyone was—but quite another to have to suffer the attentions Candy Kendall gave to the hard-luck case from St. Whereupon, lucky Wilbur Larch felt the placenta separate.
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