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I now retired to a nursing home for an operation. The operation had nothing to do with my visit to Valentino, for it was only ‘tonsils' -- and I spent my few days of rest in reading _Main Street_, which had a very cheering effect by making one remember how many disagreeable people there were in the world with whom it was not necessary to live.
One afternoon I was deep in the atmosphere of the Middle West when I looked up and saw, standing in the doorway, a youth with fair hair, agreeable features, quizzical smile, and appalling clothes.