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She
did
an
extensive
brushing
job
on
her
hair
so
that
it
crackled
and
shone
,
and
that
left
only
the
need
of
a
choice
of
shoes
and
earrings
.
And
then
she
put
on
her
new
coat
,
got
her
new
handmade
leather
purse
,
and
set
out
.
Instead
of
driving
the
old
Studebaker
,
she
had
the
motel
owner
phone
for
a
taxi
.
While
she
waited
in
the
motel
office
she
suddenly
had
the
notion
to
call
Frank
.
Why
it
had
come
to
her
she
could
not
fathom
,
but
there
the
idea
was
.
Why
not
?
she
asked
herself
.
She
could
reverse
the
charges
;
he
would
be
overwhelmed
to
hear
from
her
and
glad
to
pay
.
Standing
behind
the
desk
in
the
office
,
she
held
the
phone
receiver
to
her
ear
,
listening
delightedly
to
the
long
-
distance
operators
talk
back
and
forth
trying
to
make
the
connection
for
her
.
She
could
hear
the
San
Francisco
operator
,
far
off
,
getting
San
Francisco
information
for
the
number
,
then
many
pops
and
crackles
in
her
ear
,
and
at
last
the
ringing
noise
itself
.
As
she
waited
she
watched
for
the
taxi
;
it
should
be
along
any
time
,
she
thought
.
But
it
won
’
t
mind
waiting
;
they
expect
it
.
"
Your
party
does
not
answer
,
"
the
Cheyenne
operator
told
her
at
last
.
"
We
will
put
the
call
through
again
later
and
—
"
"
No
,
"
Juliana
said
,
shaking
her
head
.
It
had
been
just
a
whim
anyhow
.
"
I
won
’
t
be
here
.
Thank
you
.
"
She
hung
up
—
the
motel
owner
had
been
standing
nearby
to
see
that
nothing
would
be
mistakenly
charged
to
him
—
and
walked
quickly
out
of
the
office
,
onto
the
cool
,
dark
sidewalk
,
to
stand
and
wait
there
.
From
the
traffic
a
gleaming
new
cab
coasted
up
to
the
curb
and
halted
;
the
door
opened
and
the
driver
hopped
out
to
hurry
around
.
A
moment
later
,
Juliana
was
on
her
way
,
riding
in
luxury
in
the
rear
of
the
cab
,
across
Cheyenne
to
the
Abendsens
’
.
The
Abendsen
house
was
lit
up
and
she
could
hear
music
and
voices
.
It
was
a
single
-
story
stucco
house
with
many
shrubs
and
a
good
deal
of
garden
made
up
mostly
of
climbing
roses
.
As
she
started
up
the
flagstone
path
she
thought
,
Can
I
actually
be
there
?
Is
this
the
High
Castle
?
What
about
the
rumors
and
stories
?
The
house
was
ordinary
,
well
maintained
and
the
grounds
tended
.
There
was
even
a
child
’
s
tricycle
parked
in
the
long
cement
driveway
.
Could
it
be
the
wrong
Abendsen
?
She
had
gotten
the
address
from
the
Cheyenne
phone
book
,
but
it
matched
the
number
she
had
called
the
night
before
from
Greeley
.
She
stepped
up
onto
the
porch
with
its
wrought
-
iron
railings
and
pressed
the
buzzer
.
Through
the
half
-
open
door
she
could
make
out
the
living
room
,
a
number
of
persons
standing
about
,
Venetian
blinds
on
the
windows
,
a
piano
,
fireplace
,
bookcases
…
nicely
furnished
,
she
thought
.
