Parents have asked friends of theirs
down for the weekend, and you are ex-
pected to entertain their get. You
have accepted a commission to sketch
someone's offspring, and in he walks.
You are at Betty Comilfaux's for a
meeting on preserving the Art Deco
tiles in the town swimming pool, and
the gardener wanders in for the rake.
There's been a general bombardment in
the neighbourhood and you have to bil-
let your share of the homeless.
Oh, I know. These things happen.
And why. Why, you ask, were you not
told. Now you know how Dickie Hakluyt
felt, finding beavers at 2 shillings
a nod, in the New World. What, you
very reasonably ask, is a coup de
foudre doing, to intervene so peremp-
torily in your orderly existence?
Oh, my dear Dickie. It just doesn't
Jacob Riley x Tassos
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