The evening has taken on a sombre tone that no one seems able or willing to climb out of. Twice, while eating bonbons, George has attempted some forced jollity about getting drunk on the liqueur they contain, and Jeffrey has managed to contain him with one artfully hissed, "Please!." Dorothy seems calmer and has been telling us all about how with Chelsea and her Mom they all started a new life here in Vancouver and how they began their store, Magic, now an iconic landmark in Granville Island. She seems more tolerable now, even likable. I would imagine that her annoying behaviour was simply bottled up tears and grief. Something I know only too well. And Carol has announced that next week, we are all invited to her townhouse for a private recital she wants to please as with from her baby grand...
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