Hartford, Connecticut; she had registered that address; but there was something so mystifyingly Oriental about her that the address only thickened the haze behind which she moved. Looked like them statues of the Holy Mother I see about the place. "My invitation did not extend to them. A queer nut. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. One post-midnight meeting, she could stand it no longer.
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