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In his teens he had been a stunt rider for the movies and was still vain of his horsemanship. Then an uncle had died and left him a ranch on the outskirts of Glendale, now an endless suburb, bearing the same relation to Los Angeles as Queens bears to New York. But at that time it was a village, and a pretty scrubby village, with a freight yard at one end, open country at the other, and a car track down the middle.
— Nov 09, 2022 11:08AM
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Joe
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Mildred soon entered the days of her apotheosis. War was crashing in Europe, but she knew little of it, and cared less. She was drunk with the glory of the Valhalla she had entered: the house among the oaks, where dwelt the girl with the coppery hair, the lovely voice, and the retinue of admirers, teachers, coaches, agents, and thieves who made life so exciting.
— Nov 11, 2022 11:01AM
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Just how exact her plan was it would be hard to say. She was wholly feminine, and it seems to be part of the feminine mind that it can tack indefinitely upwind, each tack bearing off at a vague angle, and yet all bearing inexorably on the buoy. Perhaps she herself didn't quite know how many tacks she would have to make to reach the buoy, which was Veda, not Monty.
— Nov 11, 2022 10:30AM
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Mildred sat quite still, and when she heard Veda drive off she was consumed by a fury so cold that it almost seemed as if she felt nothing at all. It didn't occur to her that she was acting less like a mother than a lover who has unexpectedly discovered an act of faithlessness, and avenged it.
— Nov 10, 2022 05:31PM
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However, she was incapable of leaving Veda alone. In the first place, she had an honest concern about her. In the second place, she had become so accustomed to domineering over the many lives that depended on her, that patience, wisdom, and tolerance had almost ceased to be a part of her. And in the third place, to have her lying there in bed, not even thinking about her, was an agony too great to be borne.
— Nov 10, 2022 04:45PM
Joe
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She was using a gas waffle, instead of the usual electric waffle, "because that's the old-fashioned kind of round waffle that people really like." She went to the switch box, put on the light, and when it was on, she went out to look. There it was, as beautiful as ever, casting a bluish light over the trees. She drew a deep breath and came inside. At last she was open, at last she had her own business.
— Nov 10, 2022 12:15PM
Joe
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She got out the chickens, went over them carefully for pinfeathers, found Mr. Gurney's picking a great deal better than most market picking. Then she took a small cleaver and sanctioned them up. She was going to serve half a fried chicken, with vegetables or waffle, for 85¢, but she hated the half chicken that was served in most places. She was going to do it differently.
— Nov 09, 2022 08:39PM
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Dr. Aldous was Bert's rector, and for a miserable moment Mildred felt ashamed that she could claim no rector as her own. As a child she had gone to the Methodist Sunday school, but then her mother had begun to shop around, and finally wound up with the astrologers who had named Veda and Ray. Astrologers, she reflected unhappily, didn't quite seem to fit the bill at this particular time.
— Nov 09, 2022 08:03PM
Joe
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For the first time in her life, Mildred felt the quick, hot excitement of a conspiratorial deal. She comprehended the credit aspect of it and she didn't need to be told how perfect the place was for her purposes. In her mind's eye she could already see the neon sign, a neat blue one, without red or green on it:
MILDRED PIERCE
Chicken | Waffles | Pies
Free Parking
— Nov 09, 2022 03:21PM
MILDRED PIERCE
Chicken | Waffles | Pies
Free Parking
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Tips, she knew instinctively, were a matter of regular customers who left dimes instead of nickels. She cultivated men, as all the girls did, as they were better tippers than women. She thought up little schemes to find out their names, remembered all their little likes, dislikes, and crotchets. She had a talent for quiet flirtation, but found that this didn't pay.
— Nov 09, 2022 02:20PM
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They sat a long time without speaking. So, with the door tightly locked, the shades pulled down, and the keyhole stuffed up, they resumed their romance, there in the den. Romance, perhaps, wasn't quite the word for of that emotion she felt not the slightest flicker. Whatever it was, it afforded two hours or relief, of forgetfulness.
— Nov 09, 2022 01:58PM
