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           "NooneknowswhatGrandmacooks,"saidGrandfather,homefromtheofficeearlytotendthisimmenseflower,"untilwesitattable.There’salwaysmystery,alwayssuspense."

           "Well,IalwaysliketoknowwhatI’mgoingtoeat,"criedAuntRose,andlaughed.Thechandelierprismsinthediningroomrangwithpain.

           Douglasmoveddeeperintopantrydarkness.

           "Savory...that’saswellword.AndBasilandBetel.Capsicum.Curry.Allgreat.ButRelish,now,RelishwithacapitalR.Noargument,that’sthebest."

           Trailingveilsofsteam,Grandmacameandwentandcameagainwithcovereddishesfromkitchentotablewhiletheassembledcompanywaitedinsilence.Nooneliftedlidstopeerinatthehiddenvictuals.AtlastGrandmasatdown,Grandpasaidgrace,andimmediatelythereafterthesilverwareflewuplikeaplagueoflocustsontheair.

           Wheneveryone’smouthswereabsolutelycrammedfullofmiracles,Grandmothersatbackandsaid,"Well,howdoyoulikeit?"

           Andtherelatives,includingAuntRose,andtheboarders,theirteethdeliciouslymortaredtogetheratthismoment,facedaterribledilemma.Speakandbreakthespell,orcontinueallowingthishoney-syrupfoodofthegodstodissolveandmeltawaytogloryintheirmouths?Theylookedasiftheymightlaughorcryatthecrueldilemma.Theylookedasiftheymightsitthereforever,untouchedbyfireorearthquake,orshootinginthestreet,amassacreofinnocentsintheyard,overwhelmedwitheffluviumsandpromisesofimmortality.