Maybe she wore a pillbox hat. A tailored sheath. Gloves would've been appropriate, given her precious cargo.
Whatever she wore, when she showed up with a vat of white sangria, the Beaufort Book Bashers treated her with Camelot-like awe. Or they made fun of her with Kennedy-esque wit. Or they lubricated their book discussion with tequila-fueled hallucinations.
Meriwether Lewis visited Dr. Benjamin Rush in Philadelphia on the eve of his big journey with the Corps of Discovery. He was the team's de facto doctor, and he learned at the feet of Dr. Rush.
Dr. Rush was a big fan of a special kind of medicine: purgatives. Things that, when ingested, gave the victim a big ole case of the runs. His favorite purgative was a pill of his own creations.
The Thunderclapper. (Just imagine where it got its name.)
MTM is from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He grew up eating things like frozen custard and cheese curds and Friday Fish Fry. He is a hot, slender man in spite of that early diet.
On the other hand, I have never lived north of the Mason-Dixon line. While I love to get out of The South, I would probably spontaneously combust if I tried to live anywhere else on earth. My Southern genes would likely attack themselves trying to recreate the hot, humid Hell I've always lived in.
"My friend Mark is getting married."
MTM and I are foodies. No, that does not mean we are culinary snobs who shun all but premium grub. We like to eat. In fact, we are pigs, and lately, we are partial to a certain kind of pig.
It's a rut.
Part of filling one's creative tank is changing up the food routine. We needed to gnaw on something new.