“She went through the marriage service. That fixes it, don’t it?” Twombley puffed loudly.
“I suppose it does, but I kind of recall that there was a quarrel between them.”
“Ain’t that a proof that they was married?” Twombley’s eyes twinkled through the slits of lids––he always squinted his eyes close when he wanted to go slow. Larry laughed.
“Didn’t Peneluna Sniff, or whatever her name is, live in a house by herself?” he asked. He was puzzled.
“She sure did. Your old man was a powerful understander of human nater. A few feet ’twixt married folks, he uster say, often saves the day.”
“Well, who’s got her house?”
“She’s got it.”
“Empty?”
“I guess the same truck’s in it that always was. I ain’t seen any moving out.”