Normallest

The net result was unsettlement and discomfort, which lasted through the remainder of Sonnenberg, and did not lift altogether until the normallest of normal life came back in a typical London four-wheeler, which dutifully obeyed the injunction to “go slowly,” not only through the arch that injunction brooded over, but even to the end of the furlong outside the radius which commanded an extra sixpence and got more.

“You’re weird.” “You ain’t exactly normal yourself.” “I’m normal! Don’t call me disnormal.” “All right all right all right. You’re the normallest woman I ever saw. Come on.”

SO, THAT’S NOT THE NORMALLEST OF NICKNAMES…