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in them looked beautiful to me, even if they ^
half the size and cost of this one. Behind cl<
doors and on the other side of curtains, fam
sat having dinner or watching television toget
Brothers and sisters teased each other, but
each other secret things and held each ott
dreams in strict confidence. There were shouli
to lean on, lips that would kiss away tears, vo
that would warm cold and frightened little bet
There were daddies who had strong arms to 1
you, daddies who smelled of the outdoors
aftershave, daddies with love in their smiles;
mommies who were beautiful and soft, who v
scented with flowery aromas, perfumes that fi
your nostrils and stirred your imagination ,
filled your head with dreams of becoming
lovely and as pretty.
Yes, it was a beautiful house. They were
beautiful houses.
'*Hurry along, please, Sanford," Celine si
wheeling herself to the base of the ramp.
He struggled with two suitcases and one of
smaller bags. I started toward her chair, but
turned in anticipation. It was as if she had <
behind her head. i
"No, Janet. I don't want you doing anytA
Uus strenuous. You can't afford to pull a tendo
I stopped, confused. Pull a tendon? I hadi
idea what she meant. ^
"It's all right," Sanford told me and somel
managed to take hold of the chair as he keptd
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suitcases under his arm. He pushed her up the
ramp and I followed. When we reached the porch,
he put down the suitcases and hurried around to
unlock the door.
"Where is that fool?" she asked himsharply. I
had no idea who she was talking about. Did
someone else live in their beautiful house?
"It's all right," he said inserting his door key.
Celine turned and smiled at me.
"Now you can push me, sweetheart," she said,
and I moved quickly to the back of the chair.
Sanford opened the door and we entered the
house. The entryway was wide with mirrors on
both sides. On the right was a coatrack and a
small table on which were some sort of pam
phlets. When I looked closer, I saw they were
programs for a dance recital. On the front of one