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was so lovely and sophisticated that she had always intimidated Candy, whom she treated either like a child of three, or at other times, like a woman of the world, as she talked lightly of adultery, homosexuality and other things which Candy’s father would never dream of mentioning, not in a million years.
    “How is he?” she said, twinkling.
    “Well, he took a pretty nasty knock, of course,” said Uncle Jack seriously, after he had held the door open for Candy and then seated himself beside his wife.
    “Knock?” said Aunt Livia, looking all around in surprise, “I thought it was a gouge, or something like that. After all, isn’t a trowel a—”
    Uncle Jack cleared his throat (he was his brother’s brother all right, even so). “Yes, well, he’s much better now; he’s resting.”
    “That’s nice,” said Aunt Livia, quite sincerely. Then she began to laugh. “Knock! You poor idiot! What you don’t know about the English language—” and she laughed so hard that she finally began to cough.
    “Well, really, Liv,” Uncle Jack protested, “I should think that some things—”
    “Doesn’t matter,” said Aunt Livia, waving him desist. “Live and learn.” Then she was distracted. “My God, look at that pregnant woman on the corner there—she’s going to have that baby before the light changes! Good God, did you ever see anything like that? If I look another moment I shall vomit all over us!”
    She turned around to Candy, who was in the back seat.
    “How are you, my dear?” she asked, as though she hadn’t noticed her before. “You aren’t pregnant, I hope?”
    “N-O spells no,” said Candy with as much dignity as she could master. She didn’t like to be with Aunt Livia when she was in one of her ‘clever moods,’ as Uncle Jack called them. And she felt that Uncle Jack was especially misunderstood at those times. In many ways, Candy regretted the marriage as much as her father did. On the other hand, Aunt Livia could be perfectly charming, and often was.
    “Well, I must say, you’re certainly looking lovely, Candy,” she went on, appraising the girl closely.
    “Thank you,” said Candy, flushing deeply.
    “Have any of the boys gotten into those little white pants of yours yet?” Aunt Livia asked, as though she were speaking of the weather.
    “Really, Liv,” said Uncle Jack, coughing, “this hardly seems the appro—”
    “But, isn’t she lovely?” his wife persisted, turning to Jack Christian, “a ripe little piece she’s getting to be, I’d say. It seems to me that’s the first question that would occur to anyone! Though I suppose you haven’t noticed! Well, perhaps you wouldn’t!” she added, and began to laugh again, sustaining it for a moment while the other two looked out the window uneasily. “Oh God, haven’t we come far enough,” she went on then in a change of mood, “let’s have a drink.”
    “Right,” said Jack Christian, “I could use one. How about you, Can?”
    “ ‘Can’?” echoed his wife, laughing wildly again. “That isn’t all she could use either—is it, ‘Can’?”
    “Now, Liv,” objected Uncle Jack, “I’m sure we don’t know what you mean by that, and—well, here we are at Halfway House,” he turned in then at a large broad drive leading up to a luxury roadhouse, “and now for a drink, eh girls?” he added cheerfully.
    “Right,” said Liv, “out of these wet pants and into a dry martini! Eh, ‘Can’?” And she gave the blushing girl a suggestive wink.
    “Liv’s in one of her moods,” Uncle Jack explained to Candy as he helped her out of the car.
    “I’ll say!” said Candy.
    “I’m in the mood for cock and plenty of it!” cried Liv gaily. “About ten pounds, please, thick and fast!”
    “Now, Liv, this won’t do,” said Uncle Jack firmly, as, with a gracious sweep, he bade them through the wide portals of Halfway House.
    They were a handsome party and, to all appearances, as wholesome a representation of