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Most of us had been in the government service for years, and had been ground fine in the mills of departmental monotony. The stage-people caught at Elise as she passed, and held her to offer congratulations. No wonder he was so clued up. He was very confident of the success of his play. Elise sat where she was hidden by the curtains. Its not exactly the most multi-cultural, diverse place on the planet. Of course, I can make money enough with my books and short stuff to keep things going, but it isn't just money that either of us is after.
I think we all felt as if we had passed through purgatory and had entered heaven. Indeed, the whole play partook of the madness of youth. After dinner we had the tree. Duncan Street snorted when I told him what I thought. Yet Jimmie got all of us down, not long after he was married, to what he called a housewarming. Every summer Jimmie had asked for it, and always Elise had said, "Wait. Do you remember the place you always talked about—up in the hills?