Short and zoftig, she wore muumuus and rose-tinted, oversize glasses, was loud, abrasive, and very funny.

In view of the decline in freight traffic, it was strange to hear from Mr. Lambert that there is a continuing problem of supplying, particularly for the civil engineer, the number of wagons required for carrying construction materials and spoil for various works.

“Should we make a move?” she asked over the music. “We could find a place to dance. or we could go back to our place.”

You ain’t Em’s bitch, you just regular him’s bitch