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December 22
Home at last at 7:30 this
morning – Mother and Lizzie
met us. After griddlecakes in
the Savarin we picked up my
bag, dropped off Cary and came
on home, where I blissfully
crawled into bed and took up
a spoiled brat existence. – with
lunch in bed – opening all
my purty Christmas cards
– reading magazines and sleeping.
This evening I felt smooth.
Mother drove me down to D&G
where I went to their Christmas
cocktail party and had a
lovely time – drank wee cups
of Cuba Libre and munched on
sandwiches – Most of the men
danced with me and I felt
smooth, as of the PreWar Party
days. Life can be beautiful!