In reply to Temperance Peters (msg # 26):
After several false starts and certain sadness that Clementine had been determined to put behind her, the McQueens arrived in Escondido, Texas where Ramsey hung his shingle for what he swore would be the last and best of times. Clementine had labored by his side to put to right the neglected two-story clapboard home which would be Ramsey’s office and surgery on the first level, with a spacious area behind that Clementine had portioned into a cookery with a dining and seating area before the fireplace.
Ramshackle, weather-beaten, and in need of scraping and painting inside and out, Clementine had suffered great pain to set the place to rights, managing to make what little she had shine. As yet sparsely furnished, still the house had what was required, although the cookery and its contents continued to confound Clementine, who before she had married Ramsey had never boiled water. Although what she knew of cooking was more than she knew the month before that her husband had invited Cyrus Jericho to stay for breakfast was enough to make her quake. She had yet to serve up a batch of biscuits that weren’t doughy in the center or hard as rocks.
So engrossed was Clementine with the sifting of flour that it was the second knock-knock-knocking that had alerted her to the fact that someone was tapping on the rear door. Wiping her hands on her apron did nothing for the smears of flour on her face, yet be that as it was, Clementine turned and through the gap in the curtains she saw Temperance Peters. Immediately, Clementine crossed the floor and threw open the door.
"If ever there was a sight for my sorry eyes," Clementine exclaimed, grinning as she pushed back a wayward tendril of hair with the back of her hand.
"Temperance Peters, thank heaven you are here!"
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