The stitches were uneven, and Candy waited for Marjorie to stop, or get out her seam ripper, but she continued, her breath coming hard out of her nose as she pursed her lips.

NEWYORKER: The Visitor

She wrinkled her nose at him, feigning annoyance that he wanted to get out of the pickup into this wintry, blustery night.

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