There were several threads in this narrative and little by little they are each knotted off. Here’s just a sample of where Albright’s debt to Woodall is being paid off, his guilt assuaged by his painting Woodall’s widow’s house:
She refilled their glasses and seated herself across from him in a bentwood rocker. Albright was noticing that she had done something to her hair. He did not know what, but it looked somehow softer, less like a lacquered wig. Perhaps it was the cognac but she was looking considerably less froglike and more like a kind, well-educated woman. (p.260)
Well where this leads is a riot; and what it reveals of a situation that has been interwoven within the main tale is just hysterical and had me laugh out loud.
Though a subplot has been somewhat settled to and brought to its end, there is still one small niggling thing that can’t quit my hold on this. A small detail that will either be brought to a conclusion or something that I feel Gay might have missed.
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