Barbara ‘Babs’ Butterford rose from her seat with a suddenness that attacked her once in a while
, and often when doing so, sent her broken framed glasses askew.
One July happened to contain a Tuesday afternoon that was indeed remarkable only for its unremarkability. But as is all too often proved, dullness can be more offensive than any incident of a chaotic nature. As with dullness, order and subjugation are the unnatural order of the day.