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"
Of
course
.
I
hope
you
’
ll
come
again
.
Lots
of
celebrities
have
stayed
here
.
They
come
for
—
the
quiet
.
"
Mary
sat
straight
and
proud
on
the
golden
road
toward
home
in
the
slow
and
glittering
snake
of
the
traffic
.
"
I
got
a
whole
box
of
sparklers
.
Over
a
hundred
.
"
"
Now
that
’
s
more
like
you
,
dear
.
I
wonder
if
the
Bakers
are
back
yet
.
"
My
son
conducted
himself
well
.
He
was
relaxed
and
kind
to
us
.
He
took
no
revenge
,
ordered
no
executions
.
His
honors
and
our
compliments
he
accepted
as
his
due
,
without
vanity
and
also
without
overdone
humility
.
He
advanced
to
his
chair
in
the
living
room
and
switched
on
his
radio
before
the
hundred
sparklers
had
fizzed
out
to
black
sticks
.
It
was
obvious
that
he
forgave
us
our
trespasses
.
I
never
saw
a
boy
accept
greatness
with
more
grace
.
It
was
truly
a
night
of
wonders
.
If
Allen
’
s
easy
ascent
into
heaven
was
surprising
,
how
much
more
so
was
Ellen
’
s
reaction
.
Some
years
of
close
and
enforced
observation
told
me
Miss
Ellen
would
be
tattered
and
storm
-
blown
with
envy
,
would
in
fact
look
out
for
some
means
of
minimizing
his
greatness
.
She
fooled
me
.
She
became
her
brother
’
s
celebrator
.
It
was
Ellen
who
told
how
they
were
sitting
in
an
elegant
apartment
on
Sixty
-
seventh
Street
,
after
an
evening
of
magic
,
casually
watching
the
C
.
B
.
S
.
late
news
on
television
,
when
the
word
of
Allen
’
s
triumph
was
announced
.
It
was
Ellen
who
recounted
what
they
said
and
how
they
looked
and
how
you
could
have
knocked
them
over
with
a
feather
.
Allen
sat
remote
and
calm
during
Ellen
’
s
telling
of
how
he
would
appear
with
the
four
other
honorables
,
how
he
would
read
his
essay
while
millions
looked
and
listened
,
and
Mary
clucked
happily
in
the
pauses
.
I
glanced
at
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
.
She
was
indrawn
as
she
was
during
card
-
reading
.
And
a
dark
quiet
crept
into
the
room
.
"
No
escaping
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
This
calls
for
ice
-
cold
root
beer
all
around
.
"
"
Ellen
will
get
it
.
Where
is
Ellen
?
She
drifts
in
and
out
like
smoke
.
"
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
stood
up
nervously
.
"
This
is
a
family
party
.
I
’
ve
got
to
go
.
"
