Cecil was asking me the other night if the keeper ever stayed home to play with us. I told him that lately she has been exercising her social abilities and life is one unusually big dinner party. I told him this would change once the Fall came. But on Wednesday she headed out with her friends to fete G who was in town visiting with old friends. He installed her at her first church. They went to Nell's at Green Lake, and laughed till they cried. At the end of the long and lovely dinner, their very fine server identified herself as a former member of the keeper's church, and filled her in on the details of the rest of her family. When she returned to us near midnight, she remarked, "What a great night!" We glared at her because we had been stuck inside with canned catfood, not halibut.
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