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Kathryn Kinnison, trim and taut in black glamourette, strolled into the breakfast nook humming a lilting song. Pausing before a full-length mirror, she adjusted her cocky little black toque at an even more piquant angle over her left eye. She made a couple of passes at her riot of curls and gazed at her reflected self in high approval as, putting both hands upon her smoothly rounded hips, she -- "wriggled" is the only possible term for it -- in the sheer joy of being alive.
"Kathryn -- " Clarrissa Kinnison chided gently, "don't be exhibitionistic, dear. " Except in times of stress the Kinnison women used spoken language, "to keep in practice," as they said.