the results of their work, jotting observations in little notebooks they carried in their purses. They did all of this in complete silence, revealing no overt indication of what the sands revealed save for the hint of a momentary smile, or the shadow of a frown. And, on occasion, quiet tears, quickly dabbed away.
When the men returned from the bar they would find their wives waiting patiently in the passenger seats of the cars, napping or reading magazines, the courts straightened up and all evidence of their compositions erased. The men, being men, would drive home.
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