Two people can help me by either carrying or putting in each of my hands 8 coins, some of which are quarters and some older larger coins with holes in them. But both let me down. One deliberately shows me he has contaminated his lot of coins with small screws and a screw driver. [ I think he is Peter C, a boy I knew very slightly in prep school whose father was a fixture on the staff of the New Yorker and who died not long after graduation. I hadn't thought of him in years, but saw his name yesterday on a list of deceased classmates.]
Anyway, I was very angry at both of these people. I yelled at them and asked how they could do this on my daughter's wedding day. Apparently, what they did had spoilt the occasion. I woke at this point, very hot from wearing a flannel night shirt, which I rarely do...
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