Beany Buell, née Malone, added the last drops of flavoring in the bottle to the cake she was stirring up with a sense of relief, mixed with triumph,
mixed with elation. It had taken more than twenty years, but at last, at long last, she'd finished that bottle of almond extract.
"May I never," she thought, "see another bottle of almond extract."
Beany's brother Johnny came over the next day.
"Carlton called and told me you were out of almond extract," Johnny said, "so I brought you a new bottle."
"No jury," Beany thought, "would ever convict me."