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thought you were a bunch of nuts!' So, girls, there you have it in a nutshell: adults think we are per- verts. Kids think we are a bunch of nuts.

This brings me to another thought. How come we love to talk about the need to crusade for social understanding and tolerance, but few of us start by crusading at home and among our friends? I have a feeling that we would be a lot happier if we concen- trated all our energies and persuasiveness into in- doctrinating our relatives and friends instead of looking around for strangers to accept us. But be- fore I change the subject. A few weeks ago my wife invited a girl friend of hers to spend the week-end at the resort. Friday night..she arrives at the apartment..we are getting ready for the drive...I assume she has been told about us...so I say nothing. During the trip however, though in our regular prison clothes, Debbie and I carry on with TV chatter...the GG guest makes no remarks....Next morning a third TV shows up... the GG is still asleep, so everybody dresses. At noon she comes down and wow! She spots Debbie & our other TV friend all dolled up on the lawn. The GG gasps and runs to my wife who is un- concernedly watering the plants in the garden...The GG blurts out: "Did you..did you see those two men dressed as women?" My wife smiles and says "sure. One of them drove us up last night"-----The GG shakes her head "but...what's the idea? What are they, a bunch of homos?" My wife replies "No...they are married men...have children." - The GG backlashes 'that doesn't mean a thing. A lot of homos get mar- ried to cover up." My wife says: "But I tell you... they are not. I know them very well." --Then, why the disguise... are they crazy or something?" At this point Susanna shows up.... the GG says: "May I please have a cup of coffee? I need it." So I sit at the table with her...and there goes another lecture... She asks sharp questions...prods...and finally re- laxes... By Sunday night she is a dear friend of all 3 of us. And these, my dear girls, are things that happen at Casa Susanna.

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