hat’s he done that got your knickers in such a twist anyhow Joe? Sold your wife some fancy soap?”
“I wish that were it sheriff. But Betty, she been diff’rent since he rolled in, coming home with notions.”
“Notions sheriff. ‘Pinions ’bout things…you know, private things, ‘atween man and wife.”
The sheriff raised his eyebrows.
Next day, Dr Hurley was nowhere to be found. A mob was gathering on main street, Joe at the head.
The sheriff held up his hand as he approached. “Don’t worry Joe. That Irish quack is long gone.”
“Yeah,” said Joe. “And so’s our wimmen.”