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"When you bring out that food, don't let your fingers touch any of it I don't want to see you servin' them with your hands in their fish," he warned me

"If you're so worried about it, why don't you serve the dinner yourself?" I shot back at him

Mrs Chester was so surprised at ht her hand to the bottos to explode like a stick of dynamite

"Just do yer job," he muttered, his face red with fury

"I' to," I muttered, "and will if you leavehis shoulders up, bit down on his lower lip, and left the kitchen

"Oh, dearie, you've gone and done it now That e?'

"So do I," I said, but I couldn't help being afraid I had night me to death with a pillow

After they had all arrived in the dining room and I entered, uests, the Dorsets Mr Dorset was a banker He was a ray hair His cheeks were robust and slightly crirew ile woman, bird-like with diminutive facial features and short, poorly dyed brown hair that was the color of rust with traces of gray at the roots and even along some strands

"This is our an pair fro to become a famous actress someday," my Great-aunt Leonora said "Her name is Rain"

"Rain?" Mr Dorset asked "Where did you get that narin

"My ave it to me when I was born," I replied

For aas if her ue curled up, and then Mr Dorset nodded and said, "Indeed"

The table was as silent as a funeral parlor, which made the sound of the dishes and silverware see I felt his gaze so close that I couldn't wait to return to the kitchen

Boggs was standing right there I nearly ran into hier and wider in front of me, his eyes like two small drills at my forehead

"Your insolent ill get you tossed out on the street," he threatened