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Chapter 6
ThusFeekeptashotgunstandingloadedinacornerofthekitchenwherethebabiescouldn’tgettoit,andmadesureshewasclosertoitthanhervisitoruntilherexperteyeassessedhischaracter.AfterStuartwasofficiallyallottedthehouseashisdomain,Feepassedtheshotguntohimgladly.
Notallthevisitorswereswaggies,thoughtheywereinthemajority;therewastheWatkinsmaninhisoldmodel-T,forinstance.Hecarriedeverythingfromhorselinimenttofragrantsoapunliketherock-hardstuffFeemadeinthelaundrycopperfromfatandcaustic;hehadlavenderwaterandeaudecologne,powdersandcreamsforsun-driedfaces.TherewerecertainthingsoneneverdreamedofbuyingfromanyonebuttheWatkinsman;likehisointment,betterbyfarthananydrugstoreorprescriptionsalve,capableofhealinganythingfromarentinthesideofaworkdogtoanulceronahumanshin.Thewomenwouldcrowdaroundineverykitchenhevisited,waitingeagerlyforhimtopopopenhisbigsuitcaseofwares.
Andtherewereothersalesmen,lessregularpatrollersofthebackblocksthantheWatkinsmanbutequallywelcome,hawkingeverythingfromtailor-madecigarettesandfancypipestowholeboltsofmaterial,sometimesevenluridlyseductiveunderwearandlavishlyberibbonedstays.Theyweresostarved,thesewomenoftheOutback,limitedtomaybeoneortwotripsayearintothenearesttown,farfromthebrilliantshopsofSydney,farfromfashionsandfemininefurbelows.
Lifeseemedmostlyfliesanddust.
