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Djinn and Bitters
By Harold Lawlor
By some process of feminine logic that I cannot figure out to this day, Connie has decided that the whole weird episode in which we were involved at Alamosa Beach is entirely the fault of Bill Hastings.
Now Bill is a nice guy, one of the best, and to insist as Connie does that everything that went wrong can he laid at his door, when he obviously plays no real part in this story at all, as you can judge for yourself if you'll only read, is to extend the ridiculous to the uttermost limit.
But, Connie says in rebuttal, didn't Bill lend us his cottage at the shore for our honeymoon? And wasn't it at the shore that we found the bottle of amethyst glass? And wasn't it after we found the amethyst glass bottle with its surprising contents that all our troubles began?
"Well, then!" Connie has a way of saying, ending the argument.
Surely you can see that such logic is irrefutable? Particularly if you're a married man yourself?
I'm afraid Connie will never forgive Bill for blacking my eye at the ushers' dinner
