CHAPTER NINE
Visiting Rites
A Neighborly Insertion by P.N. Dedeaux "I'll get it," Rita snapped icily, as the mellow fellow ding-donged at the door again. "Little man in there's impatient.
"Stay right as you are," she added, noticing a mellifluous move of Mona's majesty, "whoever it is, see. Touch those toes and stick up that toby. This time, in view of your recent behavior, you're in the soup and I'm going to see to it, it's sizzling."
Opening the door, however, Rita double-took. A slant-eyed glory of a girl, with a river of inky hair, stood poised and smiling, clad in a square-shouldered military tunic, well decorated, and little else-black lace step-ins became visible when she paced forwards in, long-gartered black stockings, platform shoes. An Oriental Olga Korbut. Rita goggled.
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