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by Alga (FE-A-1 FPE)

I, Alga, still look back with pleasure to that first evening of my married acceptance. One of the memor- able things still recalled was when I emerged in my rather skimpy dress and none too well chosen accessories. "You do look nice but your bust is positively vulgar- much too padded", my wife said. I was shy, frightened, embarrased, and exhilarated all at once. As the evening wore on I became more relaxed. I prepared supper in our room as we had brought in supplies from a near by delicatessen. What we both had been dreading and building up in our minds with imaginary fears turned out far easier than I ever hoped or expected. My precious case of clothes which for years I had trundled from lug- gage office to hotel and back had at last finished it's clandestine wanderings. Many of Alga's things caused both of us a good deal of amusement-they were more suitable for Alga's daughter. I now had the most wonder- ful mentor to guide my taste, rationalize my ideas and dress as a mature woman of 40 summers should but rarely does. This genuine love and real lasting understanding from the person you hold dearer and nearer than life it- self makes you truly grateful for God's mercies and has filled Alga's day-to-day life with a new fullness and purpose.

That evening it was decided to have a go at my hair style which I had allowed to grow without cutting for 6 months. Sitting in my yellow nylon nightie creaming out the wrinkles, or so we all like to think, I had my hair pinned and curled with every type of hairpin in both our vanity bags. It was excruciating at first and then when she pinned it all into an old nylon stocking

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