it was an ultramarine, ribbed knit, A-line style. Just then my G.G. called and asked me to meet her at the supermarket when she came home. This fitted perfectly with an idea I had been toying with.

I put on bone colored pumps with 21⁄2 inch heels, white nylon gloves, the white shorty coat, transferred my things to a matching bone colored purse, and WALKED up to the cleaning shop to show the women how I now looked. They were delighted to see me again, and admired my dress, my shape, my clean-shaven legs, and my extra long polished nails. I then walked back to the house, got in the car and drove out to the shopping center, deliberately parking in front of the wrong store. This was the store where we do most of our shopping but not the one at which I was to meet Betty. I noticed that the cashiers were all wearing costumes in honor of the day, so I went in and walked up to the one we always go to, calling her by name. She almost spilled the bag of groceries she was packing when she recognized my voice, and had to call her supervisor to see me. After they recovered and said how nice I looked, I left and walked up to the other store to meet my G.G. and to- gether we walked back to the car.

Betty prepared dinner for herself as I did not want any, having other plans. When the little goblins came I opened the door and passed out the treats. The mothers accompanying them must have wondered who that strange woman was at the house. When there was a lull in the activity, I put on my gloves and coat, picked up my purse and stood for a final inspection by Betty. Getting her OK I left for the evening.

We had a department store bill that had to be paid, so I drove to the store, walked in, went to the credit department and paid it. I then browsed all over the store, spending a lot of time in the lingerie depart- ment. I was enjoying myself immensely. I even left there, drove to a large shopping center and browsed in all the large stores. This was real fun, but then I began to get hungry.

Leaving the stores I went to a small restaurant we had been to many times before. I walked in and sat at a table served by a waitress I knew. She came and took my order for a drink as I carefully placed my purse on the table, took off my gloves and slipped out of my coat. Bringing my drink, she placed it in front of me with no sign of recognition. She, as did all the waitresses, wore a Halloween costume. I ordered a second drink and then asked for a menu. When she brought it to me she hesitatingly asked me if I had been there before and if she ought to know me. I laughed at her and said yes. She then recognized me but said that if it were not for my voice that she would not have known me. (Have to

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