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"Oh, what beautiful furs!" exclaimed Kate, looking around in astonishment. From the fragile, wood-carved chandeliers to the dark sofas covered by the skins of Arctic animals, the room was striking in its design, and showed a sense of dramatic taste that Kate knew was missing in her daughter.

"We thought you were on campus," Jim was saying as Kate rushed around to explore drapes, wall-coverings and rosewood cabinets.

"I have my mail forwarded now," said Cathy, glancing sharply at her father. "It's better that way because I never know how long I'll be in one place."

"You share this apartment?" Jim beat Kate to the question.

"Yes," said Cathy tersely. She opened a liquor cabinet, the glass lining reflecting back spectra from the crystal glasses. "Can I get you a drink?"

She was already pouring Scotch for her father even as they both said, "Please.”

"Your roommate's at the University, too?" asked Kate lightly.

Cathy nodded. "Ursula will be back pretty soon," she said. "She studies Psychology and Medicine." She looked at her mother and smiled ruefully. "And she worked at a Design School for a while.”

Before Kate could reply, there was a sudden scraping of a key in the front door lock, and the door swung open.

"Hi, Cathy," sang out a high, sweet voice. "I'm home!" Then a set of parcels completely concealing the person carrying them preceded her into the room. Beneath the parcels, a pair of shapely legs, topped by a brief, black mini-skirt, was all that could be seen of Cathy's

roommate.

"Into the kitchen," said Cathy, springing to assist the other. “My mother and father are here on a surprise visit."

The parcels stopping travelling abruptly and several would have fallen had not Cathy grabbed them in time. The dark-eyed girl who

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