i needed guidance through the pitfalls . opaige provided it . enough said .
paige had also given the thumbs - down to sticking taffeta bows on the chair backs which , i rekoned , would be the finishing touch ." finish the guest off , more like ." she hooted with amusement ." for goodness " sake , you're not a brothel ."
yes , , someone had to tell me what was that . i knew that much .
i am a fasst learner , but as the taffeta bows incident indicated , there were gaps in what i knew , and what i understood - puzzling and slippery points of taste and appropriateness . those are the one with which i struggle .
knives , forks , wineglasses .... i checked the place settings on the dinning table which i had laid at six -thirty that morning .that is , before the twins were up . only the flowers for the center of the table , which i had ordered to be an exactly match of the one i jhad seen in vogue , were missing . hovering in the doorway . i gave the mise-en-scene a final sweep and concluded that there was nothing to embarrass , and everything to enhance , nathan's reputation .
i nipped back to the table , and adjusted the angle of a knife .
my watch said seven-twenty A/M . say good bye to twins before racing to haiedresser and on to work .
eve - twenty-two , romanian , and not a threat - was bathing the boys when i arrived home at six -fifteen .
as i let myself in , the draft made the cat flap in the back door 9 long since unused ) open and shut with a bang and , for the hundredth time , i curesed it .
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