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Show 713 permission.' "Whenever I see you, Jeannie, I think of my little Marie," AuntSlsa sighed and cast her eyes toward the ceiling. "I always think, she'd be about your size now, and maybe something like you." I flushed and looked at my hands, feeling an unworthy representative for Marie. "I'm sure she'd - - _ make you proud, Aunt Elsa." She declined to show us through her apartment, taking me aside to exp/oin, "Elvira's just had a baby and I've been so busy with them I haven't had time for my house." I wanted to peek in on the mother and child, wanted another taste of birth-energy, but I felt it would be an intrusion. We went upstairs to the apartment where one of the new wives lived. This woman was more open with Clare in her sophisticated way. She didn't make distinctions between 'our people' and "the world' as readily as those who had been reared in the Principle. She had once been a guide for historic homes in New England, and conducted us through the house in a polished, expert manner, explaining that she had helped to design the house. "I was hoping your father would agree to combined living luarters. I envisioned a circular structure with outlying bedrooms, but a central kitchen and eating area where we could take our meals together." I remembered my dream-house of adolescent years, a white housejlhe ranch away from the temptations and heartaches of the world. I, too, had imagined a communal eating area where we would sit together, one blessing, to share our father's love. one family joining daily |