Ripe, Between the Pupils

I'm tellin' ya', though, Kayte, she was THE most beautiful woman EVER at Sassy's. And the pattern of her tribulations, too, I'm saying, damned if that (Wellesley's chocolate maker, his inability to pass the mustard, etc.) didn't make for a prideful epitaph of sorts, as well. I mean, that was in fact a beautiful form of scenery at Sassy's, delightfully and, yes, as straight as the crow can fly, in addition, wasn't it?