"When Mr. Hankshaw was informed of the date with the palmist he snorted and cussed and warned his wife that if she wasted five dollars of his hard earned money on a goddamned fortuneteller she'd find herself moving in with Mabel, her plumber and her one good ovary."
Part One: Chap. 10, pp 22

"The Countess didn't give a damn. He wad rich, and not a penny less. You would be rich too if you had invented and manufactured the world;s most popular feminine hygiene products."
Part One: Cap. 18, pp 57

"While her husband painted, Sissy would stare out the window and watch traffic. Or she would leaf through the motoring magazines that she bought regularly at newstsands. Her thumbs ached, and in order to relieve them, she tool to imaginary hitchhiking, the game she'd played as a small child. This return to girlhood beginnings amused her, kept her calm...