just as it should be, (somewhere) a thousand miles away
But Tony was puttering in the garden, Fanny’s vacuum cleaner was roaring in the hall, and Wong Foo was arguing with the grocer. Everything was just as it should be; just as Paula liked to have it. “Aren’t we lucky, lucky, lucky...
a longer excerpt from same, at
Paula Hazeltine sat at the breakfast table in all the glory of a soft May morning and wished herself a thousand miles away. Mimsie, sunny-haired and chattering, was in her high chair.
Early morning activities had died away from the pleasant house, as far as the family was concerned, for Marlys was still sound asleep and the men were gone. But Tony was puttering in the garden, Fanny’s vacuum cleaner was roaring in...
an accident of search, again for Viña Delmar