Miss Cork's Flute, a Floss in the Air

Florence cork looked larger and even pregnant. She seemed to occupy the whole of the room as she stood in it, apparently memorizing everything. Her husband's flute was propped against the wall; she grabbed it and swung it above her head as if it were a weapon. Missus cork shouted: don't try and soft soap me with all that twaddle. Playing in an orchestra is that what he's been stuffing you up with? I know what you and he are up to. He comes every thursday. He's been here since half past two. It seems to have been dropped somewhere. Or have had a blow. Bernice said nothing about your