Interrupting the marital troubles of a man whose wife's cooking was not conducive to longevity, comes Jimmie Adams in the role of a book agent. His call is unwelcome and the housewife first calls the poodle dog, then the bull dog.

Imagine, if you can, a marital death spiral plated like a three-course tragedy: under-salted oatmeal, eggs cremated beyond recognition, coffee tasting of rusted nail. Into this culinary crime scene barges Jimmie Adams—grin wide enough to shame a piano keyboard—peddling volumes no one ordered, optimism no one wants. T...

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Arvid E. Gillstrom

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" Imagine, if you can, a marital death spiral plated like a three-course tragedy: under-salted oatmeal, eggs cremated beyond recognition, coffee tasting of rusted nail. Into this culinary crime scene barges Jimmie Adams—grin wide enough to shame a piano keyboard—peddling volumes no one ordered, optimism no one wants. The missus of the house, already half poisoned by her own spatula, unleashes first a poodle (glorified powder-puff) and then a bulldog that looks like it moonlights as a cinder bloc..."
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