a dozen chefs

p. 36:

Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.

Just another dart in the bullseye portrayal of poor, doomed Mrs. Wilson, trying to imagine herself into a life that she’d never get to live.

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