I sat in the room in my shorts and looked out the window at the back yard as the sun went down. It had a high board fence around it, a little grass turning brown with the heat, and a chinaberry tree with a dirty rabbit hutch leaning against it. This is the way it looks at thirty, i thought ; anybody want to stay for forty.
Hell Hath No Fury
(aka The Hot Spot)
Charles Williams
1953
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