“She had on her chin a – a really interesting growth, it was quite large. And out of it grew seven corkscrew curly hairs. Each one a slightly different color. I thought it was really wonderful, but I never would’ve mentioned it. Nobody would’ve, but him (grandfather). So he sipped his lemonade and then, in his best Macbethian voice he said, ‘Who are these so withered and so wild, who look not of this earth and yet are on it. They must be women, but their beards forbid it to be such.'” ~ Rosalie Sorrels talking about her grandfather interrupting her grandmother’s garden party.
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