11/11/2008

stream of consciousness

Tremble, Prudence, we are remodeling your house into something lovely; French windows open on the spreading yard where we're replanting the Victory garden with camilla bushes and gracefully weeping willows. Here, we will put in a fountain that the children can splash in, and there, out on the West lawn, we will put in a tennis court where the fathers and their daughters can breathe strenuously wearing pastel-colored summer clothes. We have done away with the high ceilinged nursery and the governesses back bedroom, and I'm afraid the butler's pantry has also been replaced by a breakfast nook and rubber plants.

You see, my dear, once you offer to sell, you cannot control what your new tenants will do.

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