“She drove me back home through the gloaming. Halfway to the Hazelrigg Settlement she set her brakes and stared into the ditch. ‘It looks as if somebody has abandoned a large accordion.’ I leaned out and saw. ‘Them’s Mrs. B.D. Klinefelder’s corsets.’ Irene blinked. ‘How do you know?’ ‘Everybody knows. Her wash was on the line when the tornado touched down. It’s all over town. A tornado’s a funny thing. We found one of her big garters wrapped around the knob of our privy door.'”

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