On a self-induced caffeine high, Madge maniacally scrambles to form a coherent sentence as she slowly realizes her starched apron has never - and I mean - NEVER been whiter. Didn't Bob, just this morning, mention something about it? And he never notices anything. Little Jane had repeatedly been teasing Bobby Jr. so Madge's attention was half on Bob's liverwurst sandwich and half on trying not to beat the stuffing out of Jane before Bob got off to work.
What is Madge trying to spit out?
1949
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