Kim West
/Come On, Kim
There was the floor to dean up after Uncle Perce had been. He's a chain- smoker and never uses an ash tray. He'd called on KIM WEST to talk to her about bringing him back a cane rocking chair when she went to Madeira, and he flung his cigarette ash all over the place.
So, Kim had to get down to some floor-sweeping.
Not having yet reached an age or a state where domesticity is utter bliss, Kim didn't exactly rush at it. But she looked ever so pretty when she was operative, don't you think?