RANSVESTIA

I stand petrified - upon the grass edge behind Parks' garbage can for protection.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I do hope he didn't frighten you too badly he's not used to strangers!"

My no-meaning nod passes well in reply under the circumstances. I edge around the garbage can keeping an eye on the receding shadows of Betty Parks and now cowed Bruce — puzzled — sniffing spots my feet had so recently trod. Poor Bruce . . . I cheated again . . .

A hot bath... so nice on ice-cold knees and face nipped by the sharp- ness... bubbles and perfumed suds... rainbow hued... to hide my. Oh, love this life with sweet tomorrows mystery wrapped in future-foil - each day a brand new beribboned gift-surprise for everyone - I love it all . . . I am me! And Bruce sweet giant pup. an ounce more proof simply must remember to buy an ever-so-big bone-tomorrow...

Catherine FAU-1-P

(Australia)

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