Their friend Bea was experimenting with Mexican food and made intricate
meals featuring beans. Her hands and feet were as small as a child's,
and she moved gracefully around her large kitchen timing sauces and
setting out cheese to be grated.
Sean, who lived with her, set the table and cleared and put a damp sponge
to the counter. They weren't married, though once in a while Sara tried
to get them to see the advantage of wedding gifts and group health
insurance.
I have a complete set of matching steak knives, she told Bea. I have a cookie jar in the shape of a
cowboy.
Marriage is the enslavement of women, Bea said.
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