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Beth! Hi John!), and, of course, the person to whom this book is dedicated:

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She felt so peculiar.

"Ah hahahaha!" the man in her life laughed heartily. "Ahhahahaha!"

Mrs. Roger Gordon, Sr. found that she wanted to laugh as well. She wanted to toss
back her head and let the mirth bubble up from her belly. She wanted to hang onto
this dear, silver-suited man by her side until the laughter consumed her. But she
restrained herself. After all, she was a woman of mature years, not some giddy
schoolgirl.

Still, she did feel like a changed woman of mature years. She found she no longer had
any interest in the bridge club, or the Japanese beetles in the back garden, or the fact
that her son, Roger Jr. , never bothered to call her.

Instead, she had this overwhelming urge to destroy.

"Hee," she remarked, quite unintentionally.

"Oh, Mrs. G.!" her suitor enthused. "It will be so wonderful, gaining absolute mastery
of the Cineverse with you by my side!"

"Why, Mr. M.!" she answered coquettishly, even though she really had no idea what
he was talking about. Still, his enthusiasm was so infectious!

"Hee hee," she added.

Perhaps she was being too hard on herself. A widow in her situation tended to get a
bit set in her ways-—she had seen it happen to her friends, and she wanted to guard
against that sort of thing happening to her. Besides, she reminded herself, she wasn't
that old. She had plenty of good years left, years that could be very well spent with
the right sort of man.

The right sort of man squeezed her elbow affectionately.

Mr. M., as she liked to call him, even though her son had informed her that his real
name was Menge the Merciless. Not your usual name, but she thought it had a certain
charm. He smiled at her, displaying his single shining gold-capped tooth among the
pearly white molars. A man of his age, and he still had his own teeth. That certainly
said something about his character. Besides, she always was a sucker for a pencil-thin
mustache.

He leaned close to her.