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240 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1981
"Talk to me, Liza. What possessed you to swim this morning in the dower house pond?”
“It was the bog bean. I wanted to make a tonic for my loss of appetite.”
“Really. An appetite tonic.” His lips seared over mine, washing my being in a hot, shuddering wave of pleasure. “How does this compare with bog bean?”
"“You know, dear,” he said, “one thing our cultures have in common is the button mechanism.” His mouth covered the fullness of my lips and lingered there while he said, “You know how to do it. Why don’t you?”
“Do you mean that I should— your shirt?”
“Yes, that’s what I mean.” His lips touched the hollow at the side of my neck, below my earlobe. “Yes. Yes."


"If you weren’t too distressed to eat, what would it be?”
I thought it over. “A gooey, perhaps.”
“A gooey. Splendid. What is it?”
“There are different ones. Some are like pudding, some are like pie. Grandma’s favorite was oatmeal pounded with goose’s blood and suet.”
“I’m afraid I haven’t laid in a stock of goose blood. Can you think of anything a little less revolting?”