It was a full house; to my surprise, I'd seen many of the audience at earlier performances. ) My Aunt Martha risked the rain to hug and kiss my mother and Dan; Simon and Noah plastered her with confetti, too. The faces of my fellow townspeople-so amused, so curious, so various-were rendered shockingly similar; each face became the model of each other's fear. Harriet Wheelwright had a gift for making a regal entry.
And play is all we did, it seems to me now. o was sure that the rest of the world was a provincial whipping post whereat people like herself, of sophisticated tastes emselves with air conditioning-the neighborhood (even in the evening) teemed with outdoor activities of the kind that are usually conducted indoors. My mother was not a brazen character.
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