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twenty-five years, in one of the smaller authentic Colonial Era houses onMain

Street. It has white clapboard siding, conservatively painted dark green

shutters, the original eighteenth-century well, a floral clock, a flourishing

herb garden, a rockery, and a paid-up mortgage. Local tradition claims that

Ethan Alien once threw up here.



I'm still just a Transient. That's how the Natives would have it, anyway. On the

other hand, at least I'm a Transient that they can trust, or perhaps the word I

want is tolerate. Just as long as I don't bring up the unfortunate subject of

how I earn my living, everything is roses.



You see (and here I ought to turn my face aside and drop my voice to the

requisite hoarse whisper reserved for all such disgraceful confessions),

I...write.
UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN!



Someone get a firm hold on the carriage horses lest they stampede and make sure

that no pregnant women cross my path. I wouldn't like to be held responsible for

the consequences.



No, I am not taking on unnecessarily. I've seen the looks I get on the street

and in the stores. I've heard the whispers: "There goes Babs Barclay. She

writes." (Uttered in the same deliciously scandalized tone once applied to prim

old maids with a secret addiction to overdosing on Lydia Pinkham's elixir,

cooking sherry, vanilla extract, and hair tonic.)