The Washington times., 1931-05-23
CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 20
In the phraseology of Jenni-
fer and Avery, between whom
existed a gay nonsense code,
any period of time fraught with
comings and goingS, telephone
bells, messenger boys. arrivals,
departures, in, out, bang,
hasten, bag, baggage, UP, down,
motor7cars, golf-bags, theater
tickets, opera wraps, bridge Ia
bles, packages, flowers, caterers,
hustle and rush, constituted
"day among the RarickS."
Hurried Scrawls Of notes or
kilograms, interchanged between
them, read like this:
Dearest Avery: It's been
he'll Of a day among the Rar-
icks down home here. How
cum with brother Rarick up
among the Campus Cut Clothes
Boys2
Oeac Jennif: This day among
this Rarick has been no go.
This Rarick has new speed
boat. This day among this
Rarick has been spent feeling
SeaSick in and about said speed
boat. It's a wamble. To be a
wamble means to be built for
land and live on water. That's
me, too, I am built for where
I amt.
Just So Far
That was about as far as
these two ever ventured across
the chasm of the six years diff
ference in their ages.
Gennif was a peach, but you
couldn't let steam off to her,
because when you tried to talk
she was always listening to
someone beyond your shoulder
who wasn't there.
You couldn't talk to Avery,
whose mind was always on his
own young stuff. Hard to make
out what his own stuff was.
But there was something to
Avery, all right. The boy ran
deep. he already knew the
strange heartaches of seeing IL
lusionS tarnish and had learned
his game Of compromise. Life
among the Raricks wasn't the
joke he pretended it was.
The "day among the RarickS"
that precipitated CALLING
scene between Jennifer and her
father began as any run-of-the-
mill day for Rarick, for Jenny,
and for Jennifer might have
begun.
This particular one started
for Jerry with a pain in her
side. An annoying neuralgia
one, against which she usually
carried tablets in a beautiful
gold and enamel snuff box
(Napoleona) which she had
begged from Rarick's collection.
Rarick, who had slept no bet
ter and no worse than usual.
and whose night had been a
procession Of projects for the
Rarick Building, dropped into
one Of his brief deep slumbers
lust as Jenny beside him flew
awake, her lids popping back
suddenly.
The flooding memory Of the
night before, when she had
dared, because the chauffeur
was new, to drive home from
the opera with Ramon by way
of three circumference Of the
Park, came sparkling over her
in goosefleesh.
It made her shudder. It
made her lift eyes that were
still brilliant from the night be-
fore, up to the sound eating
radiations of shirred brocade
that hung in a canopy over
the bed and then dropped in
more sound eating drapes be-
tween her and the vista Of six
full-length windows that looked
out on Fifth Avenue.
There was q small blue
enameled French telephone, a
blue enamel thermos carafe, a
blue enameled engagement pad,
and the blue enamel box of
tablets on the night table be-
side her.
One Of these tablets she pres
emily swallowed.
Deep in Sleep
This habit Of her early awak-
ing was still abominable to
her. Precious hours of needed
rest, even when they were filled
with contemplations that we're
sweet to her, were wasted lying
in bed thus, waiting for her
day to begin.
How he slept! Deep in the
cave of his pillow, with his
face upward. Little man, you!
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