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name. I said a silent prayer by the door. He opened it and in he walked. I put out my nand and faced him. "What are you up to", was his first question? With a flood of emotion and real tears in my eyes I told him as quickly as possible about Alga. Maybe because he was an artist in his own field he understood at once and was most sympathetic. The next few days were heaven and I went back to my usual work as if I had been reborn again. At last some one shared my secret and I was accepted.

At frequent intervals Alga went over to London from then on and had many excurrsions outdoors all the time improving poise, dress, sense, hair style and make up. Two years ago while the family was away on vacation on the pretense of making an amateur movie I decided to introduce Alga to a lady friend, again some one of very artistic temperament. On this oc- cassion Alga was on home ground-mistress in her own home but nevertheless still there were artificial rustles of trembling nylon clad legs in my highest heels. Preparation was meticulous and I wore my latest blue knitted dress with pearls and broach, doing an extra special facial for the visit. When her car arrived I almost fell down the stairs in my heels to open the door. Her first words were 'surely it can't be you. You must be a professional actor and I never knew.' Then over cocktails I told Alga's real story. She was very interested, sympathetic, and on many occassions afterwards she worked along with Alga on a mutual hobby.

At this time my dear wife was hospitalized for two months and during that time Alga lived one layer underneath during the day and in the evening she came out when the children were in bed. Except for the real anxiety for my wife, Alga enjoyed every minute of looking after the kitchen chores. friends could not understand how I managed to look so relaxed at such an anxious time. This was en- tirely due to Alga's presence.

All my

Alga carelessly left her best black cocktail

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